366. Arena 

About how an arena fuels a primal tribal core that resides in us all…  We’re so developed, not primal,  Disccussed at the conference, denial, As one short day later,  We’re hollering, hooting, Along with the tooting, Of horns,  For the team,  We scream,  Our team, Scream,  Go!  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

364. Goes on

About the nature of life, inspired by some comic art I saw at a gallery this weekend…  The simple truth, Until we’re done,  Is one we hide,  Act blindly dumb,  Unto the point, We end our run, And although dead, All life goes on.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

362. Reminder 

About the reminder I have on my desk at work (photographed above)…  The simplest road is very low, The easiest to tread. Moronic, lazy, feckless fools will trudge it till they’re dead.  It takes a brave soul to compete,  And leap to higher trail, But that’s the fight, we unify,  We are the silent whale….

359. Greatest

About the gift of faith…  The greatest gift cannot be wrapped, Unless in tender rhetoric,  In which,  It speaks a thousand truths, Without revealing one.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

353. Same 

How only the dim don’t realise that we are all the same…  The smart ones know we’re all the same, While little minds prefer to frame,  Divisive rhetoric, they’re blaming, Screeching, vapid claims.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

349. Mimic

About what we see in art… It’s easy to forget, That we were painted in a womb, That all we brush,  On canvas white, Transcends out mortal doom. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

344. Songstress

About the simple song of support… I’m the focal flame,  Flowing ever-brilliant white, Wick taken flight. Scented.  You’re the softest aria,  Clinging, cloying in the breeze, Oxygen on which I feed, Never blow me out.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

341. Anywhere 

About the simple beauty of nature… I could be anywhere,  You would be there, Only atoms away,  Always everywhere. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

337. Buda 

About an unforgettable evening I had in Budapest…  Sun slipped slow, as did our tongues, From ruin bar, to puffed out lungs, We started, bathed in evening rays, And ended dripping in the rain.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

331. Two 

About reaching two years in a committed relationship…  If it hasn’t really felt like two,  Or the goal don’t matter,  But it’s right, And you still like cuddles in the night, If the spark has dimmed,  But glow ignited,  You’ll make it,  To three. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

325. Nibble 

About the horse I met whilst out trekking the other day (I took the above photo of it)… Nibble, nobble, nosh-nosh,  Grinding grass in great-gob, Noble churning, ever-gurning,  Mighty Mr Clip-Clop.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

324. Late 

About wasting time arguing… Confess, knew not what to say,  Until it was two ticks too late,  I’m learning so that next time, Perhaps it won’t be the same.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)