As complex as simple is.
Random thoughts of mine
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!
There’s a mounting fear,
Of the week ahead of me,
Why is it so bad?
The day is lovely,
Let’s me escape for a while,
And look up some more.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Stillness of the night,
It made me stop and listen,
To some distant sound.
Out in the darkness,
A familiar sound came,
Like wind through the trees.
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.