431. Slice 

About this Canadian institution…  Watch them,  Slice ice, Deftly quick, trice  For a nice price, Makes a fine vice.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

430. Babyface 

About what happens when I shave…  10 years younger? No! Not surely?  She said, disbelieving, to me, I just smiled, Went home and shaved, And wore my baby face next day. (Honest opinions: Who likes no facial hair? Or, who liked the beard?)  (Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

429. Childhood 

About my childhood… ‘You’re sick’ he spread,  It’s what the preacher man said, So that’s what you are. The most innocent me, bought in,  And this made me sore,  To the core, over time.  ‭No wonder I sob now – ages gone,  Bitter, removed,  Clinging to beautiful truth.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

428. Smokin’

About when it’s so cold that your breathe comes out like smoke..  I was bambino, the cold wrapped us one, I used to find joy, and it used to be fun,  To puff out my breathe, From my cold little head,  With an O shaped lip-spread,   Fake puffed Malboro Red.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine,…

427. Snooze 

About faith… Love, when I snooze, I may have plenty to lose,  Senses closed to the view,  But knowing that I’m with you, I feel safe,  yes I do.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

426. Bridge 

About living a life of meaning…  There’s a bridge between our daily chores, And yawn – work – boring, Corporate snores. It leads to meaning, one and all,  On it we trudge to truth.  At first our bridge is rather small, An untrained muscle, will we fall?   And though it seems the end will…

425. Reboot 

About my little health blip… System error: Reboot Failed, Start up in safe mode?  Enter, Yes, Enter, Quilt, Enter, Bed  System Booting: 1%  (Photo -Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

424. Flu

About my tedious, irksome health failure… There’s a panoramic winter view,  And tasty lentil, spilt bean stews, And plenty joyous things to do,  If you’re not me, and my flu.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

423. Clearing 

About how I feel in nature..  Out in the clearing, I suddenly hear it, I let go of steering, My suffering clearing.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

422. Decayed 

About my current flu…  Dear hateful pox, I must protest,  With all my whitest, white blood cells, Against your new assault.  Although my soul rejoices still,  My body lives decayed of will, And I will sip my hot drink til, You lose, this ain’t my fault.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017) 

421. Halt 

About this dam I found on a trek, that had totally frozen over…  What may halt the course of time? Perhaps we think our little drip,  Into the ocean might?  Until we aren’t, And all still is.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

420. Fluff 

About how my nature walk inspired a thought on fluff (what we think we need but we do not)… There’s the infinite bit before, And the constant one beyond, And us, in this tiny blink of an eye,  Hoarding fluff, until we are gone. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)