443. Days 

About our constant need to adapt… Our cells are never same, From day to day,  Nor are, Our days. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

441. Heirloom

About my new bought ‘heirloom’…  In 60 years, It may pass on, With me to someone, Else along.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017) 

440. Revamp

About retail therapy, and how it lets me glimpse at what I look like to others…  I’m fat, he said, Unsure it’s true,  Applicably, it’s not.  I was obese,  Yet now I’ve ceased, To be, Still all I see.   So I take debit, Tap, tap, tap, And pay away my woes. And standing there…

439. Me? 

About how confusing life can be…  Little seed, Liked dark cold feel,  And then the sprout, Craved to come out,  Finally be, Not quite a tree, What can I see, For me?  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

438. Mend 

About making pizza last night…  Dough for the low, Low, beat of my heart, Basil calms hassle, Tasseled to all I start, Cheese is the crowd please, Sleaze to the soul,  There’s mushroom for friends, Sheltered here from the cold. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

436. Tired 

About crippling tiredness…  Crimson shafts of rage, Eminate, From the only place where energy,  Remains.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017)

433. Stamp

About the morning after the night before…  It’s ghostly blue,  Revealing, faded fun,  And liquor quaffed, consumed,  By me and you.  (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) 

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)