As complex as simple is.
I guess its about me and what I am thinking
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.
Yes I overslept,
Started work 10 minutes late,
Feeling better mate!
Someone’s special day,
But I forgot it was though,
Had to send a text.
The evening time,
Good fish and chips and a film,
And a can of coke.
Could I do better,
I hope I can fly, fly high,
Exploring the sky.
Maybe a writer,
An artist or musician,
Something that cries out.
Caught in a picture,
Standing still and I’m smiling,
But it’s black and white.
Redemption shown through,
Sorry was the only word,
And made it alright.
The day was windy,
But the sun still shone through it,
Feeling very warm.
Little steps falter,
She falls on her pampered butt,
And gets up again.
We salute you all,
On V.E. day, we recall,
Your great sacrifice.
And my great uncles,
Lost youths in distant battles
I never met them.
The ones that returned,
Didn’t speak or wouldn’t speak,
Of their time at war.
So we salute you,
All you brave ones everywhere,
Fighting for freedom.
Time slips by quickly,
A river running quicker,
As each day goes by.
The frog by the pond,
Waits and watches patiently,
Then the fly is gone.
The leaf let the rain,
Run along and off its greenness,
To the path below.
The sun glints and shines,
Reflecting through the window,
With it shards of light.
Slowly it goes down,
Behind the trees it settles,
And then goes asleep.
Monkeys came today,
At least one, pulling things out,
One or many times.
Out to buy some eggs,
Lucky too, I did get some,
And enjoyed the stroll.
There’s noise from outside,
The clatter of a tail gate,
And peoples voices.
Sunday morning wakes,
Crying baby can be heard,
Or, is that a dream!
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?
