Month: August 2021

It is a nice day,
doing things that I need to do,
like writing some more.

There is much to do,
it is overwhelming though,
trying to finish.

It is cold today,
some soup and toast for lunch helped,
to warm me up some.

The day soon will pass,
the evening come and night too,
then tomorrows morn.

I am wondering
have I done the best I can do.
Could I do better.

A day out special,
take the road going eastwards,
until we see sea.

The north sea looks dark,
some would say dirty, it’s not,
but it’s very cold.

We went to Clacton,
my grandparents used to go,
when my mum was young.

Three quid for a ride,
one minute of going round,
and some up and down.

It made us tired,
fish and chips, and sea air,
and the journey home.

It is all scattered,
and I pick up the pieces,
and build them again.

The clothes are washing,
tumbling around and around,
spinning noisily.

The shopping is done,
and that is what I call fun,
getting what I want.

My door is not locked,
but you’ll find the way is blocked,
by the wild garden.

I still get my post,
a drone delivers daily,
and my parcels too.

I’ve a tunnel out,
that leads to the garden shed,
where I can escape.

I went for a walk,
a long stroll and a short talk,
and told myself off.

I saw a few deer,
standing staring back at me,
before they vanished.

The streams run fast,
with sudden summer downpours,
and the hard baked ground.

My present arrived,
something special and quite sharp,
I mean it looks smart.

A Thursday morning,
like so many before this,
that start with coffee.

it’s a quiet week,
and some might say a weak week,
but I still got paid.

The apple’s been cut,
into tiny apple squares,
that taste delicious.

So who moved my cheese?
For it was there yesterday,
now it has vanished.

I am falling down,
a steep rabbit hole I think,
and time’s in reverse.

Too soon it’s ended,
too fast it begins again,
another new day.

A sleeps elusion,
a dream within an odd dream,
that I can’t escape.

The morning comes fast,
dragging me from evil dreams,
and shaking me free.

In warm brilliance,
of the sun kissed summer leaves,
and evenings breeze.

I ride through arbours,
dark, yet brightly lit both sides,
and into sun light.

The spinning around,
quicker now and going fast,
the bike wheels take ground.

It’s hard not to like,
the speed of the bike moving,
eating up the ground.

The midnight bell toils,
the moon’s full as it can be,
and the night is dark.

It is time for bed,
the morning comes far too soon,
and sleep comes creeping.

I want to write songs,
the ones with music you mean?
That’s what my mum asked.

Yes, with music, mum,
that makes it a song to sing,
with a little tune.

The she says to me,
Sarcasm doesn’t suit you,
and then went her way.

Well, that told me eh?
I should know better than that,
at my age as well.

The rain came heavy,
just for a moment or two,
then left the place wet.

I went for a walk,
I needed air and to walk,
to feel it on me.

I walked to the lake,
and took a photo or three,
of the setting sun.

People walking dogs,
and children walking parents,
and breeze was just right.

Moonlight through the clouds, drifting in and out, such fun, the fool moon playing.

The sun was shining
and bright rain began to fall,
dancing on the ground.

Don’t start with a but,
it seems rude yet, however,
sometimes it does work.

I’m in a hard place,
and some extremely hard rock,
but I’m squeezing through.

My tea has gone cold,
it is neglect that does it,
and works every time.

I’m hiding away,
writing and working I’ll stay,
so I don’t delay.