Money and free time,
Come and let’s travel the world,
That will never end.
Dreams whirl round and fade,
Like the mist that shrouds the trees,
On an autumn day.
I’m unpacking it,
My mind from the week before,
Finding rest and peace.
Writing really helps,
Releasing tensions slowly,
It’s mental stretching.
Time for more coffee,
The mug’s empty and it’s cold,
We all need top-ups!
Month: September 2020
Fri 18/09/20 Music notes
Music’s around me,
And guitars wait patiently,
To play once again.
Notes aren’t forgotten,
They’re as constant as the time,
It takes to play them.
Money lays around,
Without value and lifeless,
And left on the shelf.
Thurs 17-09-20
Running on empty,
That is how it feels this week,
No end is in sight.
The ground under me,
Feels cool and sure to my feet,
Standing on the grass.
The sun tried to hide,
Behind the blanket grey clouds,
Leaving just a bowl.
Weds 16-09-20 Beat time
Do not give up now,
The harder the fight you have,
More’s the victory.
Turn up the music,
Feel the rhythm of the beat,
Coursing through you now.
The time that I have,
It slips past me faster now,
Quicker than before.
Tues 15/09/20
Give me a reason,
To just keep on believing,
And tell me no lies!
The weather is great,
Across the fields, fading greens,
As the fruits ripen.
I have lost my way,
And went trav’lin’ couldn’t stay,
And came home today.
The pennies tumble,
And roll scattered on the ground,
Until there’s silence.
Mon 14-09-20
Numbers are funny,
Why was little six afraid?
Because seven, eight, nine!
One thing is for sure,
They don’t tell ’em like they did,
That’s before TV.
I feel exhausted,
And it is still just Monday,
Five days makes one weak.
Such a lovely day,
The sun streamed through the window,
In floods of bright light.
Sun 13-09-20
There’s things on my mind,
People talking, get them out,
They all talk rubbish.
I’m looking for change,
Not pennies but a life change,
To be a writer.
Autumn’s nearly here,
And you can feel it in the air,
The trees feel it too.
Music’s a pleasure,
That I really can enjoy,
To listen or play.
I’m feeling lucky,
The way it’s gone this evening,
Best leave it alone.
Sat 12-09-20
Baby is sleeping,
I sit dying for a pee,
A catch twenty two.
I can do something,
If sleeping, I can do stuff,
Like haiku writing.
Awake there’s no rest,
Though she is the very best,
Little girl I know.
Fri 11-09-20
Some risks and hazards,
Then interfacing meetings,
Then I checked my phone.
Looking for a job,
Somewhere far away for sure,
Warm with a cool breeze.
Thurs 10-09-20
Counting up the cost,
Of all that carelessly loss,
Not returnable!
The ground beneath me,
Holds me firm and lets me stand,
Ev’ry single day.