So today and yesterday, I penned a few more.
Firstly, a couple of Haiku
The Crested Pigeons
The crested pigeons
Strutting here for all to see -
Always, one left out
Brian Matthews, 1-11-23
The Little Dog
The little dog rests
Waiting to show all his best -
Oh, off he goes now!
Brian Matthews, 2-11-23
And then an ode to the little seaside village we are staying in:
Ups and Downs
Port Broughton, such a pleasant place
Bird calls and children laughing
The sun is shining and the air is clear
The only down side, too much wind.
Though now it is not unpleasant
Blowing but not gusting much,
Ah well, keeps the flies away
And so it always goes.
Each venue has its strengths
But nowhere has it all
And one positive may just mean
That another negative emerges.
Perfection may be sought
But reality always intrudes
And generally this we accept
Though memory may blur the unwanted.
Brian Matthews, 1-11-23
I read the word ‘perspicacious’ in a novel and thought how relevant this word is to Barbara, my wife – captures her essence
Perspicacious
Perspicacious, a word that so describes you
The way you see the world
Insights leaping forth
Ideas unfolding zestfully.
A canniness that’s unusual
Astute perceptions of the terrain
Sharp-witted beyond the norm
Perceiving patterns usually unseen.
Brian Matthews, 2-11-23
Brian’s Reflections 