Poetry Blog by Cynthia Buell Thomas
It was an ordinary music class
Boys and girls together,
Thirty teenagers thirteen to fifteen.
I was strolling down the centre aisle
Addressing the day's study
When something happened, trivial but disruptive.
I made a comment, pointed but not mean,
And not personally directed.
But you never know what somebody else hears.
Suddenly a lad leapt out of his desk,
Saturday 4th April 2020 12:08 pm
Last month I had two 'pieces'
Almost fighting each other
In their anxiety to be 'born',
In even the roughest scribble.
Me First! Me first!
They amused me with their squawking
But they were irritating.
Imagination is amazing.
Where does it come from,
The drive to be alive in words?
The 'need to write' is like a fish
Swimming through weeds in a murky pond.
Thursday 19th March 2020 2:59 pm
In my busy, small town,
On the pavement
Beside the doorway of a small shop,
A battered wire basket
Full of varied books with faded covers
And a thickly scribbled note: 'Help yourself!'
'Ah,' I thought, 'Someone has died.
The books look weathered.
And Somebody is clearing out stuff.
A somebody who cannot bear
To trash or torch a book.
Saturday 14th March 2020 11:32 am
I so remember as a child
Struggling with the idea of 'down under':
Boys and girls of half the world
Living 'upside -down'!
But the joke is -
There's a part of me that still wonders!
Regardless of education,
The bizarre concept tickles.
How could I harbour the humour
Of such a thought?
I do know the whole matter
Is really understanding 'scale':
People on the...
Saturday 7th March 2020 3:05 pm
Early morning in my small town:
Tyres whizzing over pavement
In varied tune of size and speed;
Tits about in bare trees with
Constant chat through twisting twigs.
People and birds are on the move.
But I am still in bed.
Yellow daffodils light the sill,
Their glow of gold as bold as sun.
The flowers and I just 'are'.
How grateful I am for their bright beauty
Friday 6th March 2020 11:24 am
…..... In a simple row boat ….........
Drifting to shore with the in-going tide,
Oars at rest, riding the surging swell,
At peace in my small craft, easy with the elements.
Glancing into deep water over the bow
I see a broad, little fish no longer than my arm
Swimming out from shore
Pushing against a dark, lidded pot the size of my head.
The vessel is floating in with the ...
Tuesday 4th February 2020 11:54 am
I feel a peculiar melancholy
As though waiting for a tide of tears
From some part of myself which I do not control.
More refreshment, I think, than despair.
'Sheer nonsense.' chides my brain,
But I take no heed.
Life is not purely Reason, Physics or Emotion.
Balance - all is Balance.
I'm not Libra-born for nothing.
As I grew out of childhood
And became more knowl...
Saturday 1st February 2020 5:00 pm
Life is not all tea and roses.
Sometimes, it's slops and skunk cabbage.'
And Mum would add a line,
'Deal with it.'
Wednesday 29th January 2020 3:34 pm
That spring the twins had just turned five.
We were visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Canada,
Enjoying every minute with them,
Chatting and laughing, sharing stories.
AND – they had COLOURED TV!
One morning I awoke naturally,
My window was open to the street.
The neighbourhood was so quiet
You could have heard a footfall a block away.
I hung over th...
Monday 27th January 2020 7:36 pm
Oh Me, Oh My!
I don't have the physical energy
I used to take for granted.
Now - pinches and jabs without warning
And the need for more rest,
Preferably in my own bed.
I'm so blessed to have a wide window
And from my pillow, trees to see.
Reaching tall over the rooftops,
Dominating the street.
In mid-winter, stripped to their naked cores,
Tuesday 21st January 2020 4:49 pm
The late afternoon sky was magnificent,
Mounded with great clouds
Sweeping overhead at different altitudes,
Bathed in the slanted rays of the sun
Dropping into the scarlet west.
I stopped at the hospital entrance
Thronged with people
Coming and going with decisive steps,
Eyes cast down, focussed on private thoughts.
A little early for my appointment,
I leaned a...
Saturday 18th January 2020 3:58 pm
My dad said,
Rubbing his nose and laying a hand
Across his heart,
I do wish you'd use your head
Besides keeping your ears apart'
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:52 am
The common room was large,
Seating patients for diverse appointments in the area.
It was well occupied that afternoon.
My husband and I found two, vacant chairs
In the front row of one section,
Facing the same arrangement a few feet opposite.
A woman directly across from us
Was seated with her skirted knees spread widely,
Offering a view 'all the way to China'.
Friday 10th January 2020 1:14 pm
Cancer has a one track mind.
Once it enters your body
Its sole goal is: Destroy The Host!
And it is devious.
If it finds one channel barred
It seeks another.
All the natural subterfuge and medical defence
Cannot protect everything at once.
Your whole self wobbles under attack,
Trying to 'keep its feet'
As the very ground shudders.
TIME! Treatment buys time....
Monday 6th January 2020 2:16 pm