toast and traffic jam

toast and traffic jam
in the sweaty heat of morning

I shiver
doing marvellously well
startled thoughts awakening to day

hesitate freely
like a smaller wind
beware of the
angry faux fur jacket
the terrifically-funny scarf
and the good natured idea
for thoughts change like thin words

think with fat fonts
think with originality, hope and freshness
sing charmingly, always

by mary ann blinkhorn

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state-of-the-art

state-of-the-art
state of the artist
state of the art
state of the artist
……………….
knock out a wall
go out in the sunlight
stroll along in the moonlight
there are no wall-climbing solutions
………………………………
think, breathe, speak, create, laugh
gasp for air and rejoice in it
sing your song in giant measures
tap your fingers on ordinary walls
those that form positive structure and don’t crumble
……………………………………………..
and as for those bitterĀ parentheticals
lose them

by mary ann blinkhorn

approaching winter

my words meant something
but you chose to hear
the accompanying leaves falling
the inevitable part of autumn
that soon passes
clearing the way
for magnificent snowflakes

i walk in cold morning air
mesmerised by fresh tomorrows
showing my breath to
sun and passing vehicles
words traveling
down the same sidewalks
as those days when
my words meant something

i slip on
maroon leather gloves
with silver buckles
pull up faux fur-trimmed hood
tighten scarf
and with gratitude for their warmth
concentrate on the current story
one of smiles and tears
hope and comfort
whole heart rising
to a place where
destiny is kind, forgiving and paramount

by mary ann blinkhorn