As complex as simple is.
Personal development, current thinking and general thoughts
I can’t believe it,
Just one day back at my job.
And I’m exhausted.
Don’t over promise,
And don’t under deliver,
Do the best you can.
Chasing the blue lines,
Of the ruled notebook I use,
Words filling those lines.
Funny how it falls, the old mug as hits the ground, twists strangly then breaks.
Music does help me, relaxes me and cools me off, lost in random songs.
A rainy Sunday,
I get another coffee,
And the newspaper.
The work week’s loaming,
And I know there’s much to do,
One day at a time.
The rain drips outside,
And trickles down the window,
And strangely soothing.
The blocks, block me in, and restrain my written words, to standard size blocks.
The pen’s mightier, than the sword or the blogs blocks, here’s to breaking out!
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.
The days are the same,
Each blending to the next day,
Displacing the time.
Perceptions array.
I’m looking through a mirror,
With no reflection.
The trains were all late,
My coffee grew cold and wild,
In a tea cup storm.
The emails came through,
Thick and fast, from first to last,
Each one read and stored.
If you read my blog,
I thank you, I really do,
The challenge goes on.
Let’s go for a walk,
Then the phone rang, and she talked,
Until it was late.
The clouds shaped up fine,
And in cool splendour floated,
Across the blue sky.
I wonder, ‘if’, now,
If I could get out and roam,
Where would I go to?
A wet day outside,
And I wanted to go out,
And feel its wetness.
Feel the wind blowing,
And the drops of rain falling,
And make me feel cold.
I lost it again,
All I didn’t really have,
And now it is gone.
The coffee half drunk,
Still at the edge of the stool.
Warm and welcoming.
Corona Virus,
Go now, disappear, be gone,
And let us be free.
The things we all miss,
Like walks outside, and travel,
Or chatting with friends.
Thank you, health workers,
For all you’ve done and still do,
God bless and keep you.
I am just waiting,
For fortune to shine on me,
And rest in its glow.
I am just waiting,
For my dream job to come home,
I’ll write and travel.
I am just waiting,
For the pennies all to roll,
In unending streams.
Stark reality,
Struck me so hard this morning,
Makes me think again.
What is important,
To keep that and keep it well,
Make a difference.
