Month: February 2020

The train’s running late,
It’s eating the minutes fast,
But going so slow.

A clear morning sky,
The sun is shining brightly,
The wind is so cold.

Word can get sticky,
It’s hard to put them down here,
On this grease paper.

It time to man up,
And face the challenge squarely,
One step at a time.

To eat elephants,
It is one bite at a time,
It’s a metaphor.

Travelling backwards,
The focus on what has been,
Or, what’s real to you.

On Skype for business,
Let’s me work from home sometimes,
In my own office.

I share with some cost,
The hoover, old boots and scarves,
And the gas meter.

So wet and windy,
What a day, it was blowing,
A real testy storm.

Put it together,
The chair for my small office,
I had to move coats.

Down to south London,
And back again, it was good,
In the wind and rain.

Brought back a new chair,
For the office, or cloak room,
As it is known here.

Got a Valentine?
Did you find that special card,
And the little gift?

The day’s expectant,
Charged and ready to discharge,
Some of what it has.

Some glimpsed images,
Fleeting and so transient,
Kindles memories.

How long is this string?
Could be shorter or longer,
How much do we need?

I’m testing the thoughts,
In line, cloudy or out there,
The moon doesn’t care.

The cup half empty,
Or half full, being filled up,
Or being emptied.

The book’s nearly done,
Waiting for funds to self print,
So do you want one?

The weather’s calmer,
It’s February, but good!
Nearly halfway through.

The moon stands proudly,
Evening and morning brightly,
That’s such a great sight.

These cold windy days,
Full of blown plans and delays,
Still getting things done.

Trying to make a change,
And straighten up and fly right,
And write a book too.

The day started well,
Despite the strong winds attempts,
To disrupt the plans.

A long way back home,
And diverted to Cambridge,
Then came back again.

The moon only watched,
That is fine, it followed too,
Until I was home.