Author: Pontvert

My head is spinning,
I don’t know which way is up,
Or down anymore.

I’m threading water,
I’m gasping for some fresh air,
Then I pull the plug.

The water is falling,
Like rain from the sky so fine,
Yet it wets all things.

The summer is here,
And blackberry bushes bloom,
Their small white flowers.

This day came so fast,
And I knew it wouldn’t last,
It came and just went.

The trouble with plans,
Is that they sometimes happen,
And sometimes they don’t.

Work is speeding up,
More things to do, but less time,
That’s to do them well.

It is just a blur,
The day after day routine,
I need a good break.

Work again today,
I don’t go anywhere though,
Just sit here at home.

Photography’s fun,
Something that I do enjoy,
Seeing the results.

Out very early,
Just cleaning up the whole place,
And the BBQ.

Where does the time go,
When your working, having fun,
It is time unseen.

BBQ today,
Some family come over,
And eat all the food.

So happy birthday,
Little one I know you did,
And got very tired.

It’s Saturday soon,
For now I keep my head down,
And try not to frown.

This lock down’s madness,
Self confinement, staying in,
Just me locked inside.

Things are piling up,
I can’t do them all, just some,
The rest overwhelm.

Going in circles,
Trying to find the way out,
But I just miss it.

The sun’s shines brightly,
Through the two open windows,
Meant to let air in.

The bird song is great,
To hear in the morning time,
In those early hours.