Now more recovered,
the air is lighter, thoughts fly,
some reach for the sky.
First day of the week,
though some think it is the last,
but Sunday is first.
I have a good sense,
for this last March week ahead,
that some good will come.
Month: March 2023
25-03-23 Tiredness
Today, I’m hopping,
with this and that, then shopping;
I won’t be stopping.
The air hung heavy,
with dense listless weariness,
just waiting for sleep.
It pushed back the thoughts,
constructive and creative,
and returned half dreams.
24-03-23 How Work Can Be
Into work today,
the trains were empty and quick,
but work full and slow.
Addressing issues,
with elephants in the room,
that do not get fed.
Voices rattle on,
in cluttering clanging words;
very tedious.
23-03-23 Thursdays tire me
Thursdays are static,
immoveable in bad ways,
and the worst of days.
My poor mind is full,
with thoughts and ideas,
that whirl about it.
Tired days hold me,
dragging me back again now,
and so wearisome.
22-03-23 Biscuits Art forms
The biscuits broken,
still taste the same as whole ones,
but do lack something.
Dipping my biscuits,
with a certain savoir faire,
and timed precision.
Certain things I like,
and definite things I don’t,
happy in between.
21-03-23 Thoughts, treats and threats
What is on my mind,
I wonder sometimes I do,
and bet you do too.
Furry fun bunny,
laid a egg outside today,
on some straw and leaves.
Go carts do go,
I drove a few to crashes,
and often limped home.
Five, four, three, two, one,
it’s blast off in my armchair,
but there’s no lift off.
20-03-23 Speak Up
Do not keep silent,
for everyone has a voice,
and the right to speak.
Avoid slips and trips,
that affect our momentum,
in all that we do.
Expanding our minds,
with diversity of thought;
it’s crazy not to.
19-03-23 Blown Words
I worked through the day,
finding time slipping away;
asking it to stay.
The word winds blow cold,
bringing showers of words old,
from old stories told.
The words lay like leaves,
blown and scattered on the page;
arranged by colour.
18-03-23 Pee Pee
We slept late today,
that meant we could not delay,
and got quick away.
Dying for a pee,
just looking for bushy tree,
so no one can see.
And what a relief,
nature is watered quickly,
the bark streaked nicely.
17-03-23 Words Stream
Words flowing faster,
the stream’s set to burst its banks.
as this chapter’s done.
Strawberries and cream,
such a very yummy dream,
for indoor tennis.
My pen is ready,
it tells me it always is,
but I write it off.