I’m so new to this whole Blogging stuff- especially the poetry but this is my grand plan of how I want to thank you.
All of you.
I would never ever have had the courage to put myself out there like I do today. You all inspire me and challenge me.
I know I am not shit hot or the best -far from it; but you have all helped me see I have got something worthwhile to say every now and again. 😀
Love you guys and gals – my flowers – my manly trees. You are the breeze that makes the willows a pleasure to live in.
I bet a bunch of you are going to stop following this Blog after such a nasty thank you poem (including a WordPress prompt. ) Ha ha!
Serves me right.
To those who stay -Daisy in the Willows is going to continue and transform.
Here goes . ahem…
You can mock me in the comments section. I am kind of expecting it. I have a sense of humour too.
Are you ready?
I’ve always had a knife.
Got to keep the bad gargoyles from striking me with eternal strife.
Back in September 2015 ,
I started this blog with -lets be honest here,
not much self esteem.
I carried on and slowly got to know this world.
When people started to follow me, I was so shocked.
I couldn’t believe that anyone would want to read all about my life,
street name ‘whirled’.
The months passed and I carried on with my flow.
Instead of getting harder -it became easier .I couldn’t just stop and tell myself
‘Yo go slow’.
I started getting comments and commenting on other folks blogs.
All of a sudden,
I had a whole new set of clogs.
These shoes had a sprinkle of brave emblazoned on them.
All I had to do was carry on walking .
I felt, for the first time time like I wasn’t walking around,
trying to find my voice in a ghastly school of phlegm.
I carried on with my journey until I got to a fork in my path.
I knew how to walk the knife- life,
but to make a decision based on wearing my mind like a rational scarf?
I couldn’t choose which path I was going to go down.
So I made up a new rule and picked up the fork.
A dead end stop.
Going against the rules again.
After all, It is part of my repertoire talk.
7 months later I had a knife and a fork.
Granted ,I still didn’t know what I was going to do.
What I can say is,
I felt like the celebratory cork.
500 of you took a chance and there were times when my life was full of using a dirty old butter knife..
I then decided what I was going to do with my knife and my fork.
I was going to use them to carve out a more sophisticated worthwhile, uncluttered life.