Sorry, if you are someone who looks in on this post, and that there was not one last weekend.  Had a lot to think about from Friday to now, so might be somewhat lapse in this post.

Its all a bit of a mixture this week, nevertheless I hope you will enjoy it all.


SILENCE    –    By Lucy Blackmur

Enveloping the room,

Leaving everybody isolated.

Nothing to do, nothing to say,

just silence.


Leaving an uncomfortable feeling,

with even those you are closest to

So close to talking;

Yet so far-

Just silence.


Cold, dark and alone,

Your feelings bottled up.

Your thoughts screaming to ge out,

Wrapped up in your own world.

Inconsolable and suffering,

Just silence.


THE SICK ROSE    –    By William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!

The invisible worm

That flies in the night,

In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And  his dark secret love

Does thy life  destroy.


NOTHING SO RARE AS A DAY IN JUNE    –    By Danielle Owens

Nothing so rare as a day in June,

the air so fine and the blossoms all blue.


The weather just perfect, the skies never gray

The bugs always buzzing and the trees seem to sway.


The sun beats so warmly on the tenderness of my skin,

and the birds– they fly, far away in the wind,

June is the month that carries a tune,

it’s beautiful melody floats like a balloon.


Now for a long Poem, but one worth reading, especially when you realize who penned this wonderful work.


A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM    –    By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream,

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand–

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God!  Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God!  Can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?



I fly so high

till you are no longer in my sight

perhaps just a dot

there down below

on the pastures that I love


Higher and higher I shall fly

until every cloud disappears

and I am nearer to God

I can’t touch Him

but I feel Him nearby

and He’s here listening to my words


Sooner or later I must leave above here

my plane turns upside down

and back again before I descend

to those pastures that I love

to that dot down below

to you, my Love.


Hope you will relax and enjoy your Weekend, make sure you stay safe.  With some luck, see you next week and thanks as ever for dropping by.








Erik Satie  –  Once Upon A Time In Paris.   Listening with my eyes closed and remembering happy times and the best Birthday ever, in Paris.
















    1. Yes of course you can, I just loved it too when I read it. Its quite true isn’t it Cheryl. I just kept reading it. I really don’t know much about her. So pleased you liked it too. Hope you are feeling much better.

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