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
she completes the poem,
LIFE, LOVE AND STUPIDITY
her ink-filled yawn
disguising a cross face
ah, solitude
by mary ann blinkhorn
i sit here a while
trying to envision him
pondering how
i’d describe him
blurred steel-cheeked bluebird
sitting atop blurred picket fence
wondering if he’ll
ever find happiness
i weep for him, sometimes
by mary ann blinkhorn
then i see him
a hummingbird
flying at the edge of the earth
i stand mesmerised
frightened, delighted, happy
hanging on for dear life
my heart rate
twelve hundred beats per minute
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 