Author: Pontvert

I am catching up,
Getting things done, so I am,
That’s what I tell them.

Another great day,
It is better than before,
Of that, I am sure.

What a day, so nice,
I buy ice cream, I want it,
On such a great day.

The flowers rejoice,
The trees wave to the blue sky,
And bird are singing.

I kick back and so,
And let the moments just flow,
Gently over me.

I’m glad it is done,
Another Friday finished,
And the weekend here.

I know I shouldn’t,
Think like that, wishing time gone,
Work make me think that.

My tea’s getting cold,
It’s waiting so patiently,
And cooling to me.

The light through the pane,
Is brighter today, so bright,
I open up the blinds.

Such ominous thoughts,
Maybe it was todays’ date,
Or just a Wednesday.

It turned out okay,
Such a relief, what a day,
And there’s more to say.

The days are warmer,
I like the feel of the breeze,
Cooling on my face.

I have got behind,
I check my notebooks to find,
What’s wrote on the lines.

Here is a poem,
There is one below, I know,
What does it all mean?

I scrambling up hill,
The days just, will not keep still,
So I keep moving.

Another work day,
I switch the laptop to go,
And enter its world.

The train is on time,
It usually is these days,
And no refunds yet.

The days go so fast,
I really do want them to last,
Is that much to ask?

I guess that it is,
So I set myself to write,
And seek completion.

It’s weekly shop day,
Join queues and keep my distant,
Full shelves await us.

I broke the bank though,
Spent more than I should have spent,
I bought sausages.

Today is feeling hot,
So good to feel that nice heat,
And that cooling breeze.