Hi Everyone,

This weeks blog is again another repeat. My apologies to those who prefer new poems but I’m really…really not wonder woman.


My archiving came to a standstill when I realised I had no image to go with my poem. This required a little thought and eventually the concession that I was just going to have to draw something. So while listening to Siobhan OwenΒ and a little BrilligΒ at the Fleurieu Folk Festival Yesterday I came up with theΒ sketch below to go with the poem. It’s no masterpiece by any means,Β but for something off the top of my headΒ  (on a rather uncomfortable bench it must be said) with no references, I’m happy enough with it. It is a sketch that is going in the “to paint” stack.

I hope some of you enjoy this poem and if you’ve read it before I hope it will stand the test of time for you. πŸ™‚

Wishing you all a lovely week to come.



Sunflowers beckon and bob along the window sill,
As the Sun tumbles from clouds through the blinds.


I open my eyes to pitch perfect silence.
An automatic kiss upon your lips.
I stumble over the kitten and

Past the past…

It’s just you and me.

I smile.

You smile and beg me back for five minutes longer.
And I am weak because it makes me stronger.

Somewhere between the tangle of legs and sheets
Jasmine tea comes wafting in.
A puppy greets me with tongue lolling grin.
A parry, aΒ tousle and tumble

Past the past…

To you and me.


Raisin toast with butter spread too thick.
Honey sticky sweet.
You scan me hungrily,
As I forgot to dress again.

Naked, breaking the fast of conscious sanity’s gaze.
Dreams are dearer in the morning when they’re fuzzy
Filtered by light.

A tail wraps itself around my ankle
silky, smooth and sleek.
A head scratch and a piece of bacon…

Thrown past the past.

I hear the world in surround sound on Saturdays.
I’m home,
As you lie full, wide-screen in my vision.

The puppy begs to dash outside.
The kitten scuttles after….
Through the sunflowers they run entangled,
Tearing them all to the ground.

I knew it.

I mention that Vincent would be rather angry.
You laugh
“It’s Saturday!”
He wouldn’t mind you say, he wouldn’t mind, not these days.

The world comes alive on Saturdays.
Amidst the scattered shards of sunflowers.
Barks, tummy rubs
Grass rolling escapades…
Sunset lingers yet it comes.
We resign ourselves to the observatory,
To encase ourselves in glass.

Walking past the past…

They both lie curled in deep sleep
Beneath the fallen sunflowers.

Β© 2010 Tikarma Vodicka

Sketch ‘Saturday’Β Β© 2011 Tikarma Vodicka


14 thoughts on “Saturday

  1. Hah! Love the Vincent line, among all the others. Yes, you are a Wonder Woman, even Wonder Woman must take some time off her daily crusade to thwart the bad guys and gals.

    This poem is perfect in its surmising about a Saturday past the past. Sorry I’ve been so absent . . .

    1. Hi Jerry,

      Thank you!
      There’s no need to apologise, it’s lovely to have you stop in and read again. πŸ™‚

      *Big Smile* You are very sweet. Yes! Even Wonder Woman needs a holiday everynow now and then, can’t thawrt the baddies without polished shiny shoes and a freshly pressed cape. πŸ™‚
      I’m really glad you liked the line about Vincent, πŸ™‚ and enjoyed the poem overall.
      Thank you again.

      Take care

  2. When I finished reading, I was sure it was Saturday!

    just came back to it being only Monday today …

    I love the poem, πŸ™‚
    I had not read it before and am glad to find it now. I very much enjoyed the atmosphere … just great!

    wishing you a good week

    Love + (((Hugs)))
    mum & Karley xOx

    1. Hi Mum,

      Thanks very much. Any cake left? *cheeky grin*
      I’m really glad you enjoyed the atmosphere of this poem and it was one you’ve not read before. πŸ™‚

      I hope you too have a very good week! πŸ™‚

      With much love
      PATS to Karley and
      (((BIG HUGS)))

  3. Hi Tikarma,

    I just adore this poem. You paint it so well visually and capture a real sense of place and belonging. And I do love your use of the line ‘Past the past’ throughout the piece. Gives it another level and gets the mind ticking a bit. I just adore the Vincent Van Gogh reference. It really tickles that part of me that just loves his work.

    This is such a wonderful piece and I do love your sketch you did for it. It gives me great joy to know that it is going into your ‘to paint’ pile.

    Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece again and putting a smile on my face.

    With all the love in my heart,



    1. Hi Jamie,

      Thank you very much for such a lovely response. I’m really glad you still enjoy this poem so much. It was good to be able to get a Vincent reference in without it seeming staged etc.

      My only gripe with the sketch is that it doesn’t come out to well photographed. I look at the sketch and I look at the photo and Meh…In some ways it’s not the same sketch. Oh well another good reason to paint it. πŸ™‚

      I’m very glad this blog gave you a smile. Again thanks. πŸ™‚

      Yours in love always.

  4. Hi Tikarma,

    The sketch on its own made me smile before I even got to the poem πŸ™‚

    As for the poem it conveys such an atmosphere of warmth and love that I was left smiling but yet with a longing to be able to enjoy those sort of Saturdays. Although possibly I would want those Saturdays to be on Sunday πŸ™‚

    My world is warmer and gentler for having read this poem πŸ™‚

    and K’sOTC

    1. Hi David,

      Thank you very much for your lovely repsonse.
      I’m glad the sketch was able to give you a smile. πŸ™‚

      I’m with you on the longing. I wouldn’t mind a few Saturdays and Sundays like this either! πŸ™‚

      I’m very glad though that ultimately this poem left you feeling a warmth.

      I hope your week has been a good one so far. πŸ™‚

      and K’sOTC

  5. Hi Tikarma,

    This is beautifully warm, sunny, loving, cosy, affectionate and a whole lot of other feelings too.

    And the picture is perfect for the poem. And If you can draw something like that in the circumstances you were in – well! I’m quite speechless! There is so much love in this drawing! The animals look blissful! πŸ™‚




    1. Hi Christine,

      Thank you for such a warm response. πŸ™‚

      I’m really glad the poem brought forth so many potiive feelings for you. πŸ™‚

      *Blushing* Thank you for such kind words about the sketch.
      It was an interesting experiance. πŸ™‚
      I’m glad you liked the dog and cat. Sleeping should be blissful! πŸ™‚ I’m glad that came through for you. πŸ™‚

      ((((BIG HUGS)))))

  6. Tikarma,

    Will catch up older posts as I find time.

    Your poem is a perfect description of what love should be; warmth, closeness, and the reassurance that neither of you will ever tire of waking up beside the other. I really, really wish I could have a few of your “Saturday” days. Until then, the cat will occasionally allow me to brush his head and Dude will offer a hug and a smile anytime I need one. Still…there should be more. Your poem made me smile, and it made me sigh for the “more”.

    I like your repeats. Your poetry is always worth a second dance. And, your sketch is the perfect “companion” to the setting.

    Much love and warm hugs,

    1. Hi Shirley,

      It’s lovely to see you around again! I hope you’ve enjoyed your summer?
      Thankyou for your most lovely response. I bet Dude hugs are just the best!
      Thank you too for your nice comments on the sketch. I’m glad you found it fitting. πŸ™‚
      I very much miss having pets but until life settles down (I wouldn’t mind a few of those “Saturdays” either! πŸ™‚ ) and the garden is ready for furry paws we’re best to wait.

      I’m glad you felt the love even though it left you with a longing. ((hugs))
      The relationship in the poem is an ideal, as false as the security of retiring to a glass house. I suppose though the idealism always catches one first. It is warming to have someone especially when it’s good! πŸ™‚

      I’m glad too you don’t mind the repeats and enjoy the re-read. I hope if you get the time to read some of my poems from earlier this year that you enjoy them too. πŸ™‚

      With much to you and thefamily
      (((BIG WARM HUGS)))

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