When I fell asleep,
I dreamed I was really there,
but it was a dream.
I went exploring,
the overgrowth and bushes,
to see what was there.
The rain came today,
in showers and very wet,
but it’s refreshing.
Playing hide and seek,
see if I can hide away,
and not discovered.
Month: July 2021
30/07/21 Changes
This was a last day,
I am changing jobs next week,
where am I going?
This Friday has me,
in London enjoying it,
walking empty streets.
I got the night train,
it took me slowly back home,
just in time for bed.
The meadows now bloom,
with grass, flowers and insects;
such a lovely sight.
29/07/21 Challenges
The end’s drawing nigh,
and it not without a sigh,
for the passing day.
I’m packing things up,
trying to find the lost ends,
that make them complete.
There are time delays,
this is what I’m calling late,
and put it to fate.
The last day’s coming,
before a move somewhere new,
always a hard thing
28/07/21 Summer lights
I’m on time today,
I must deliver today,
and keep promises.
The fright in my dreams,
fade like fog into the night,
as peaceful sleep comes.
It’s going to end,
that much is sure, I do know,
and so I walk on.
After it is done,
there’s a hollow emptiness,
that hovers awhile.
I’m lighting a fire,
summer nights demand these lights,
for the passing rights.
27/07/21 Ruminations
Days run like water,
constant and steady they go,
gone without falter.
These are some strange times,
and I feel them more these days,
like picking up stones.
The grass nods its head,
content on this summers day;
and warmly it sways.
I forgotten it,
that day of bliss so carefree,
watching the wide sea.
26/07/21 Post
Where does the post go?
In a box, and collected,
in a sack and van.
At some post depot,
it’s sorted into places,
and then its sent there.
And when it gets there,
they will sort it into streets,
and assigned a round.
Was I a postman?
yes and no, only summers,
for some extra cash.
Waiting for the post,
is what I do best at now,
with a mug of tea.
25/07/21 Burst
We travelled back home,
through thunder clouds on the way,
heavy with their rain.
I’m falling a sleep,
into dreams so very deep,
so I’m waking up.
the end is so near,
of something that’s I am sure,
could be anything.
The bubbles will burst,
and fingers will point at them,
where they used to be.
24/07/21 forgot
What I’ve forgotten,
a birthday I should recall,
and that easily.
How they don’t reply,
maybe it is a good bye,
or just no reply.
So, we went away,
and with an old friend we stayed,
talking of old times.
A change is needed.
something special, that is good,
to make differences.
23/07/21 Friday
It’s Friday, Friday,
one for today and the next,
is for fish and chips.
Does anyone read this?
I know it can be improved,
but that takes effort.
22/07/21 Hope
Days need business,
it drives me to do much more,
that any free day.
I need my music,
as it brings a clarity,
through the hectic day.
Futility comes,
creeping in all I’m doing,
asking,, “What’s the point?2
The a song begins,
and drives me to claim success,
and to finish things.
So I will say yes,
to the dreams and the projects,
and feed fully hope.