Month: February 2022

A faded photo,
with some scribbled and smudged words,
that tells me so much.

Times I’ve missed the bus,
and walked that long journey home,
along well known roads.

The hot humid days,
when I walked slowing back home,
with my heavy bag.

I like to draw things,
sketches of life, friends and dreams,
that fill a sketch book.

The sound of the rain,
beating loud on the roof tops,
reminds me of home.

The waves of the sea,
washing against my bear feet,
as the sun goes down.

Eating shark and bake,
and strolling down the beach front,
enjoying the breeze.

The places I’ve been,
the sights and people I’ve seen,
and friends and lovers.

The wind in our hair,
and blowing it everywhere,
in those curly gusts.

I’m writing from home, so I’m keeping it simple, so I’ll understand.

My coffee is hot, and I really fancy it, with a nice biscuit.

I’m seeing double, two of this and two of that, this this and that that.

A nice piece of work, finely crafted pile of junk, ‘a full black bin bag’.

Walks in the forest,
and talking along the way,
walking hand in hand.

The wind was blowing,
but it felt so clean and fresh;
I could really breathe.

Picking up the pace,
I felt I had the hills beat,
and truly I did.

Ragtime is playing,
syncopated rhythms fine,
even on guitar.

I’m feeling tired,
the heaviness descending,
brings it scattered dreams.

I woke this morning,
thinking it was Saturday,
oh, I loved my bed.

That Friday feeling,
really took time to sink in,
at about ten o’clock,

This Friday it snowed,
wet like big fluffy rain drops,
melting on impact.

It did start so well,
and then I got distracted,
and didn’t end well,

The chair is staying,
and it sits there nicely too,
underneath my desk

A good solid plank,
makes a real working platform,
for laptops and tools.

Sometimes I do think
where I am going with this,
and sometimes with that.

I’m a food addict,
;cause I eat it everyday,
sometimes more than once.

Sausages and chips,
with peas, mustard and gravy,
and a mug of tea.

Well it did get liked,
and I do like it too myself,
every now and then.

I am digging deep,
looking for the bottom too,
that will never come.

A chocolate bar,
just vanished in a moment,
of selfish gorging,

Today I’m tired,
a deeply consuming sense,
that say close your eyes.

I stumble through dreams,
and trip on conversations,
that do not make sense.

It’s like I don’t sleep,
but I sleep well every night,
and wake naturally.

The times we regret,
and the things we do for love,
are a world apart.