Author: Pontvert

I struggled all day,
To bring it on home again,
It took all I had.

Fish and chips were good,
But I had it late with some coke,
And that filled me up.

I’m feeling it now,
The pressure of being so deep,
And the bends come slow.

Frogs can hop and jump,
And of course they can swim too,
I nearly forgot.

The postman called twice,
I caught them and it’s a girl,
Just dropping the post.

The evenings come slow,
I like it just like that now,
The day get shorter.

They are drilling down,
To find that well hidden gold,
I know where it lays/

The river runs close,
To an old oak tree at the bend,
In the Roman road.

The grass is greener,
Maybe it is the water.
Or the sky’s blueness.

Things I not sure off,
The future, my past and present,
I am simply here.

The weather does try,
To bring some variety,
And I do like that.

My tea’s getting cold,
It’s standing here beside me,
Saying, ‘Drink me hot!’

I have watched some films,
I’m baby watching really,
Asleep or awake.

I’m ready for work,
Draft emails written, not sent,
I’ll send them first thing.

It is here right now,
Undeniable it is,
Sunday all day long.

The sun shines outside,
And fluffy clouds drifting by,
Playing hide and seek.

A tension is here,
An angst for the week ahead,
All things to be done.

No doubt, it is gone!
There’s the space it used to be,
On the calendar.

Going in circles,
Yes, I’m doing it again,
With no end in sight.