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Love

Published February 14, 2022 by Naomi Rettig

Love wraps around me like a woolly throw.

Love gives me light when I’m in a shadow.

Love relaxes me, soothing my soul.

Love streams through me and makes me feel whole.

Love lets me see all the beauty around.

Love helps me hear more magnificent sounds.

Love is amazing the more it unwinds.

Love is energy bubbling through minds.

Love is abundant, take all you need.

Love makes life worth living, that’s guaranteed.

I Love That

Published February 14, 2022 by Naomi Rettig

You are like a rose,

Soft petals, and thorns.

And I love that.

You are like a star,

Bright, and far away.

And I love that.

You are like mature cheese,

Crumbly, and strong.

And I love that.

You are like my cat,

Soft fur, and claws.

And I love that.

You are like a broad bean,

Curvy, and hard.

And I love that.

You are in my life,

Good times, and bad.

And I love that.

The Snowdrop

Published January 10, 2022 by Naomi Rettig

Warrior flower, hardy and fearless,

Thrusting up and out into bitter cold.

You look so delicate, porcelain white

With wisps of green gracing your contours.

You are the reconnaissance mission!

The crocus infantry will follow

You into the spring, as will the legions

Of daffodils, bluebells, tulips and pansies.

You lead the way out from the dark bleak months,

Bringing hope and beauty and joy with you.

Dear little fragile snowdrop, thank you

For being a winter warrior.

Self-Important Bauble

Published December 20, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

If I was a Christmas bauble

I’d be as sparkly as I could be.

I’d roll myself in glitter

And launch myself at the tree.

I’d try to aim up really high

So I could be near the star.

I’d try not to land on the nutcracker

As that would be quite bizarre.

I don’t want to hang way too low

As I don’t want to be a cat toy.

Snowy the cat’s on a mission

To seek sparkly things and destroy.

I’d avoid hanging next to a light,

I don’t want to be melted plastic.

I might get thrown in the trash

And that would be far too drastic.

Maybe I should replace the star

At the top of the Christmas tree?

Oh, think of the view from up there.

Yes, at the top is where I should be!

Yule

Published December 20, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

Midwinter is here!

Let’s celebrate Yule!

Collect the best logs

To ignite as fuel,

Watch the flames flicker

In hypnotic motion,

Drink wine from goblets,

A winter potion.

Sing as loud as you can

So the heavens can hear you.

Dip crusty baked bread

Into gooey fondue.

Adorn homes with leaves

Of glorious green.

Take a break, relax

From a fast routine.

Dance as though possessed

With love and joy and hope.

Even try to channel

A disco antelope.

Celebrate your love,

Memories, gratitude,

Humility, hope,

Peace and solitude.

Rejoice in these gifts

Which you have inside

And enjoy yourself

In this blest Yuletide.

The Poppy

Published November 11, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

From my vertical view in this Flanders field

My platoon of poppies accedes to the breeze.

We silently sway to hypnotic hymns,

Remembering the men who fell to their knees.

I wasn’t here to see the soldiers slain,

To hear shots and screams of brutal combat,

To sense the fear, anxiety, and the pain.

Flowers before me were witness to that.

They bloomed out in force despite all the noise,

 A homage to men who were sadly just boys.

They coloured the fields with hues of  red,

A peaceful symbol now to honour the dead.

I’m here today with my brothers in stems

Paying tribute to all those brave lost gems.

Fluttering our petals like flags in the air,

Sending beauty and hope to those who need prayer.

Autumn Beach

Published October 19, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

The wind styling my hair like a punk rocker,

Seagulls shouting to be heard over the waves,

Nature’s colours blending seamlessly

From summer green to autumn gold.

The aroma of the ocean, salty minerals

Woven with wafts of seaweed.

Seaweed pods looking like alien sacs,

Drifting in on the tide to take over the world.

A myriad of sea snails suckered to rocks.

How do they breathe in and out of the water?

The chill of the water tickles my toes,

And I squeal like a child.

I watch the brave swimmers ignoring the cold,

Heads bobbing like Halloween apples in a bowl.

Dogs dash along the beach, excited to play.

Some stay closer to their humans while some run free

Without a worry in the world,

Enjoying shifting sand beneath their paws

And the fast wind on their faces.

Ears flapping, tails wagging.

Listening to chit chat as people pass by,

Imagining their stories in this book of life.

Watching a gardener tending to the plants,

The fishermen bringing in their catch,

The ice-cream seller hoping for a sunny day,

The seagull waiting for the ice-creams to fall,

A dog waiting to fetch an unthrown ball.

The waves tumble over each other in hypnotic rhythm,

They scramble to stay on the beach,

The tide pulls them into the ocean,

Creating mightier, powerful swells.

This is a magical place to get lost in moments.

To recover yourself

When you didn’t know you were hidden.

I really must go now.

But just one,

One, final look out

To sea.

My Internal Organs Have Melted

Published July 23, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

              

If I was rum and raisin ice-cream

I would not be here,

I’d have melted away,

Evaporated, dissolved,

Just my raisins remaining,

Dehydrated, shrivelled.

If I was a mint choc chip ice-cream

I would not be here .

I’d have melted away,

Evaporated, dissolved,

Just my choc chips remaining,  

Disgustingly sticky.

If I was a strawberry ice-cream

I would not be here.

I’d have melted away,

Evaporated, dissolved,

Just little pips remaining,

Insignificantly.

If I was a vanilla ice-cream

I would not be here.

I’d have melted away,

Evaporated, dissolved,

Zero trace remaining.

But I’m not a delicate ice-cream,

I’m a human bean,

And my strong skin holds in

Exhausted sloshy organs.

When I cool will they migrate

Back to their slots once more?

Or will my kidneys

Stay in my toes?

Ice Cream Types

Published July 22, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

Vanilla is comfort, familiar, and safer.

Chocolate is decadence held in a wafer.

Strawberry is sensuous and loving the sun.

Cheeky mint choc chip is looking always for fun.

Raspberry ripple is flirtatious and rude.

Pistachio eaters are frequently nude.

Tutti frutti are lovable freaks.

Vegan pecan for sexy ass geeks.

Neapolitan for the want-it-all’s.

Salted caramel for the know-it-all’s.

Rum and raisin wants adventure and travel.

And coffee lickers watch their life unravel.

Monday

Published February 8, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

Rise up like a phoenix or a well baked souffle.

It’s the start of the week, a magic Monday.

It can be what you want, just open your mind

And your heart and your chakras if you’re so inclined.

Embrace what you’re given to deal with this day,

If life gives you lemons, whip up a sorbet.

Seek out the positives in all situations,

Enjoy the beauty of natures creations.

If someone is vexing then just walk away

Life is too fleeting for such mental affray.

So soar high like an eagle and just perhaps

You’ll have a good day and your souffle won’t collapse.