Month: January 2023

The ink is smudging,
and it is looking arty,
and words are the art.

We can not catch it,
just watch clocks and calendars,
for time’s elusive.

Light is refracted,
and sends it colours about,
and ever perfect.

Talking to my friends,
and same old conversations,
but time changes it.

The clocks adorn walls,
and time leaves them on repeat,
looped on half a day.

We waste more than spend,
and all call time as precious;
like holding gold dust.

O TGIF,
I’m liking the sound of it,
and winding up now.

The letters of words, form distinctive shapes and sounds, that captivate us.

A poem so short, it is barely a sentence, and then it is done.

I am struggling,
I have a manual mind shift,
but don’t have a clutch.

Its a manual start,
like clutch down and put in gear,
then accelerate.

Time’s tumbling away,
faster each day, they rattle,
and then disappear.

It’s a soggy day,
cloudy and misty, with rain;
blackbird gets its worm.

The day got brighter,
and the all rain ran away,
leaving just poodles.

Good to finish work,
and get my tea and biscuits,
and watch some TV.

It started again,
the meetings and stuff to do,
writing notes and things.

Working still from home,
train strikes mean I can’t travel,
so I work from home.

Talking to my friends,
and same old conversations,
but time changes it.

Waiting for that push,
to start back at work this year;
the one that pays bills.

The sun settles down,
leaving an orange skyline,
and an evening glow.

I’m finishing up,
reviewing the final draft,
and keeping it light.

The morning woke to,
a quiet and glowing dawn,
and reassurance.

Let’s get a coffee,
in some London coffee house,
and talk about things.

Family discussions,
solve the problems of the world,
and go home in peace.

A happy New Year,
may this be a prosperous one,
and blessed with success.

The roads are empty,
the driving is good but wet,
the way I like it.

It is so tiring,
the parties, the talk, and drink,
and then the next day.