Sunday morning chores,
As the family still snores,
And I’ll bang some doors.
The book is back on,
But so much to work through now,
More material though.
Cleaning up my place,
Giving order and a clean face,
Better now for sure.
The rain down the pane,
Trickles meanderingly,
In it silent streams.
The clouds fill the sky,
And without definition,
And no sight of sun.
Month: September 2020
Sat 26/09/20 My desk revealed
The first of 9 days,
Away from work and very free,
From tiresome burdens.
The weather is wet,
A light rain and the ground’s wet,
And it does feel cold.
I picked up the files,
The papers and stuff that’s there,
Laying around me.
Can see the work top,
Dark wood and camera too,
An old AE-1.
An i-Pad lays there,
A screen and a blue notebook,
And a fountain pen.
Fri 25/09/20 Bright Rain
The day was too long,
And it did not complete it,
So, I carry it.
Still it is raining,
So lovely I think, it is!
And clouds look good too.
Locked in my study,
Papers piled high either side,
And bright laptop screens.
Thurs 24/09/20
The screws are turning,
And they turn so slowly now,
But still lock it down.
The weather is wet,
The rain’s pouring down in floods,
Leaves get washed away.
Weds 23/09/20
I’m shopping online,
And buying things I don’t need,
But make me feel good.
The weather’s turning,
And there is stuff for burning,
Seems the thing to do.
Those days long ago,
Of bonfires and holding sticks,
With hot ember ends.
Tues 22/09/20 Court
I’ve got things to do,
A lot, in fact, not a few,
I need more coffee.
The pressure’s rising,
I feel the tension tighten,
And my focus blur.
Please don’t judge me,
I’m a court of one, you know,
And sentence is passed.
Mon 21/09/20
Tired and dragging,
Myself out of my warm bed,
For Monday morning.
The time is seven,
Work starts at 8 or half past,
That’s just how it is.
Sun 20/09/20 US elections
US elections,
So much tedious rhetoric,
Is that really news?
A difficult chose,
An old man, or idiot,
For their president.
Sun 20-09-20 Moon works
It’s work tomorrow,
Still at home and I don’t mind.
Just a lot to do.
It’s a new moon phase,
Hardly noticeable there,
High in the night sky.
I like the autumn,
Changing colours, misty scenes,
And can be sunny.
The challenge is work,
The balance with book to write,
And the other things.
Sat 19-09-20 Cy-Sa-Ir
They say just build it,
And they will come, yes they’ll come.
One by one I guess.
Cynical am I?
Some say sarcastic, who me?
That’s so ironic!
Playing the guitar,
I found a new key today.
Somewhere in those strings.
The shopping is done,
Each item has been wiped clean,
And then packed away.