#items of august

[kindnessisstillhere]

Manor house Pin

There are memories tied to it,

They tie in to everything I own.

A million memories together.

But it’s a history calling

That nobody else can share

And looking at it now, today,

When everyone’s calling their care?

It gives me a step back 

A retreat from reality.

Backwards into history.

The tales of generations

And how it shaped the nations,

Learnt and held in a pin.

I stepped away from it all

When I first heard that call.

To escape this small city,

Reclaim my serenity.

Now it’s a pin on my windowsill,

Simply counting the days until

I return there once again,

Here the tales in their refrain,

Ask questions, a million more,

Learn a little more of their chore.

But it’s held in a small pin,

Like the memories in my tin.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Motivational Whiteboard

A way to cope

And stay afloat

In a mental mess,

Simply distress.

Plain old words,

Heard too much,

About carrying on,

And other such.

Then books and shows,

The brain grows,

Ideas and plans,

Imagining beyond mans,

A world beyond,

A pleasant space,

And perhaps a dragon,

Someone to guard,

To protect and heal,

The worries steal.

All for the words

Found anywhere in life,

Gems amongst the strife.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Knitted Wristbands

They were a childish thing to practise a skill, long since forgotten in a box. Georgina had just learnt to knit but had no clue what to make so just made ribbons of wool while knitting. 

Now she was sat in her university room, wondering just how she could ever fit in with all the people there. It seemed like everyone had a group, or a skill they were going to focus on in order to make friends, if, that was, they couldn’t find them simply through the course they were studying.

It was a tin her mother had thrown into one of her boxes last minute while packing up the car to move her in, and Georgina could only smile to open it, finding those long ago attempts at knitting which had drifted away when she couldn’t understand the patterns people thought would help her find a project. Just possibly there’d be some club at the freshers fair that might help her learn to knit and follow the patterns people use. Just possibly she wouldn’t be alone.

Those knitted bracelets might have been made in childish play, but as Georgina curled up to sleep, they gave her just enough hope to head into the university and the Freshers fair tomorrow and that was all she needed.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Sleepy dormouse

Some days aren’t worth the energy,

Aren’t worth getting out of bed for,

But we still have to live them through,

Laugh at anything that we cannot do.

Sometimes it’s worth saying damn it all,

If this improves, then give me a call,

But until then I’m curling away,

Hiding in a  teacup from the light of day.

It doesn’t matter who you are,

However brightly shines a star,

We all can be meek as a mouse,

Go unnoticed about the house,

Yet when we try they’ll see us most,

That’s the cost of knowing the host.

Still leave me here within my cup,

I’ll reemerge when it’s finally time to sup.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Post it notes

Another on my desk

Another type of task,

Coloured and yelling

Barely time for the telling.

Then we stop it all

Change once more

Prevent that call.

The stack was growing too tall.

Add one to the screen

Something to remember

Or fight their constant demean.

How negative are they?

How harsh a simple thing

A square of a sting

Removing scoldings ring.

All the harsh commands,

Biting in their demands,

But they’re friendly post it notes

Have them all in boats.

A physical to do list I guess

Or truly a disorganised mess.

Who could control all of this,

Track what’s done and all that’s left is???

Making the view change is hard,

It’s biting through industrial card,

And tearing metal away.

I can’t do this each day.

All the echos in my mind,

Each remedy I have to find.

You gave the wound without relent,

No way now for your repent.

I stand alone and tall,

My heart will be what makes the call.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Penelope the Pony

She was the youngest of her siblings, and the most playful of them all. They might have been a little sock family but each loved the others dearly.

If you saw Brain rambling around, the bear would often invite you for tea and cake, or at the least a chat about whatever had been happening. For all he was the oldest of them, he’d also taken on a mothering role for all his family, even to Oliver who insisted he was their Grandpa.

Oliver was an octopus who very rarely did anything at all. His mind however was constantly active, and regularly grumbling, or at least his legs would be if the sign language they demonstrate us anything to go by. More often than now he’s telling stories that Penelope will insist could never have happened since she’s only a year younger. There’s stories of wars and of arguments, of protesting the government and of falling in love. It seems quite often that if you can imagine then Oliver has a tale of that story happening. It was actually one of the few things Penelope would sit down for a while to listen to.

Ah, our sweet energetic Penelope. She will be your friend forever if she decides to like you. Be warned though, that she can and will hold a grudge forever over a slight, especially if it upsets Brian.

Actually, now you’re asking about her, Penelope seems to have run away. Hide and seek is her favourite game although it never really lasts that long, as wriggly as she can be. Did you happen to see where she was going on your way here? 

Alright then let’s go to the right. 

Yes, I did hear you say she was heading left, but if you look as how the shelves are stacked, as well as the sofa, it usually means she’s hiding elsewhere. I told you she wriggles a lot, and if you don’t want to be found you make sure any clues to where you’re hidden are misdirecting.

See, there’s on grey and white sock pony, curled behind the leg of this sofa. Penelope is such a cutie though. From that grin you’d expect that nothing could please her more than being found.

Please come and play again sometime. I’m sure Brian will have cake if you ever want to drop by.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Clear Quartz

See through the deceptions,

Things that cloud the view,

Uncover what is true,

Seek out all things new.

There’s a lifetime for redemptions,

Books and books galore,

But you have to know for sure,

Not treat it like a chore.

Cutting through confusion,

Searching a new way,

A million things left to say,

And the light of a new day.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Lavender Heart

“Promise me you’ll keep on writing. I’d love to read more and that’s all I want in thanks”

Can there be a bigger compliment that to be told that?

If there is then please don’t ever tell me it.

I want to cherish these words forever,

Hold them close and cry at the kindness,

Because it was so honestly meant.

Friends see different things,

Every single one of them sees differently,

And I’ve always known that completely.

This is different though.

She always saw my sewing, and making,

The things that I’m painting and loved them,

She never seemed to care about my writing,

And now says that the biggest thank you is to keep writing.

Someone else gave me permission to write.

These words are my own, a glimpse into me,

But as I read that, both on the card and in response to my thanks,

Bloomin’ hell, it’s like being given a blessing.

I have notebooks, and the heart on my wall,

All gifts I cherish from my friend,

Crowned by the book she sent last week,

Yet they pale against the gift of her words,

The compliment, permission, blessing and honesty,

“If you want to thank me just keep on writing.”

The book broke me, when it arrived in the mail,

This gift lifts me high into the clouds.