Melt – a poem by Lis Goodwin

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I knew when I met you, you’d hurt me.

I saw the bitter disappointments of your past

And thought I could out-weigh them.

 

The see-saw tottered for all those years – yet I felt I’d won;

Then you walked away – tired, you said – exhausted by my kindness and my care,

when you were used to abuse.

 

My weight – my love – was too soft for you.

Lis Goodwin ©2016

Thank you / mulţumesc to Alex Blajan for the inspirational photograph. You can find Alex at www.unsplash.com/alexb

In Praise of Flies – a poem by Lis Goodwin

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Thank God for maggots!

Praise the Lord for flies!

Without them the redolent stench of death would bring water to our eyes!

 

The rotting fox in the hedgerow,

The fatally wounded mouse

not only the country’s saved the smell, but indeed so is your house!

 

Even the little shrew,

bats, mice and rats aren’t immune –

death gets them all, and flies are the clean-up crew!

 

Thank God for maggots!

Praise the Lord for flies!

Without them the redolent stench of death would bring water to our eyes!

 

© Lis Goodwin 2016

 

Don’t ask me about what prompted the mental processes which produced this little ‘gem’. Just don’t ask….

*shudder*

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

Image credit: Peter Häger http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=23061&picture=black-blowfly