Out of the Blue

BLUE MONDAY

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OUT OF THE BLUE

Romantic, yet scientific, the illustration above,

Showing a phenomenon almost as strange as love!
Noctilucent ........there's a word to get one's head around!
It's applied to clouds not near us, but way above the ground.
These clouds are up so very high (at least fifty miles or more);
They're up where only imaginations can ever really soar.
In the daylight they're invisible, also at dead of night,
So it's rarely that we ever see this very unusual sight.
But just as dusk is falling, and the earth is in the shade,
The sunlight hits these special clouds, briefly, and then they fade.
They're still something of a mystery, but won't you feel so proud
When you can point up in the sky and say
'See that noctilucent cloud!'
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THE PESSIMISTIC OPTIMIST.

I wake up every morning with a dreadful sense of gloom
And I view the day as someone who is heading for the tomb!
Today, I'll surely break a leg or have a heart attack!
I'm certain, when I make the beds, I'll hurt my lower back!
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Those stairs! They do look tricky! And I'm bound to take a fall!
Or I'll meet a home-invader! Yes, one's bound to make a call!
If I make a cup of coffee I'll be scalded, that's for sure!
And today's the day I'll trip up on that well-worn bit of floor.
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A bus! One's bound to hit me, if I cross the city street!
And a mugger's sure to get me; it's a cinch that we will meet!
That tree-branch looks unsteady! Will it topple on my head?
Who knows, this time tomorrow I may be, untimely, dead!
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My imagination pictures every peril known to man,
The world is full of obstacles and I'm an also-ran.
Life is full of trip-wires bound to trip up the unwary.
Let's face it! Life is very, very, very, very, scary!
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But a pessimistic optimist (or should that be reversed?)
Who has struggled through each fearful day, escaping from the worst,
Earns a reward at bedtime.Then I snuggle in my bed,
Rejoicing that I've not been maimed! I'm not the least bit dead!
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Then my spirit soars ecstatically to think I have survived!
That I've traveled through the mine-field and in one piece I've arrived.
I've looked Death in the eye and Death has cowered at my gaze.
I feel that 'Blessed of the Gods' is not an idle phrase.
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I purr with my complacency, and my self-satisfaction.
Suddenly the coming day becomes the main attraction.
I pull the covers round me and I'm smiling as I say.
"I can't wait for tomorrow! Another lovely day!'
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