Maritime Optimist

PINK SATURDAY

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MARITIME OPTIMIST

Unfolding like a flower,

See the dolphin grow.

Changing hour by hour,

Putting on a show.

In Mother's secret places

Developing all the while,

And, ready for the big wide sea,

Already wearing a smile.

He'll emerge with a cheerful leaping,

And a great love of the deep,

But, for now, he's sleeping.

And smiling in his sleep.

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RAW MATERIAL

Well, here it is folks! You've been warned!

My study completely unadorned.

The empty 'page' up on the screen;

Till I started writing, nice and clean.

The straggly wires which are never neat,

Twining themselves where I put my feet.

The calendar open for reference dates;

The rubbish, which proliferates.

Scraps of paper, which I dislike,

And which should be saved on a metal spike.

My chair, with a sort of mesh addition,

Forcing me into the right position.

My keyboard, bought as a gift last week,

Because the old one was antique.

The lead from my camera on the floor,

Where it has been many times before.

Do I feel guilty? Not a bit!

I relish the many hours I sit

In this scruffy study place

Far away from the human race.

I hear, from below, the TV blaring,

Something which I'll soon be sharing,

For soon my husband will call to me

'Come on down: I've made the tea!'

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