Category: Just for the moment

I have fixed the gate,
Hung it nicely on its posts,
It swings, yes, it swings.

The ground is so wet,
Gleaming with the bright street lights,
Just like an icerink.

I can skate a bit,
I can ski some more, I think,
I cannot dance though.

Monday’s haunting me,
Every week it comes around,
Laughing as it comes.

I could run away,
Pack a few things, a guitar,
And play for pennies.

The cool air revives,
Blowing on my face with rain,
Wet and feeling good.

I must get out more,
Just to the end of the street,
And then run back home.

Where am I going?
The clock never changes much,
Just around like me.

The wind blows outside,
Tipping the dust bins over,
Like hungry foxes.

My room’s my kingdom,
And filled with such useless things,
That all have purpose.

My lunch is waiting,
In a bag and in a tin,
Soup and bread for me.

The snow came today,
Laid some white stuff on the ground,
Then it turned to rain.

The shops were empty,
Well, not quite, a few where there,
Getting in my way.

The cherry blossom,
Waits coldly with winter chills,
For the spring to come.

The car speeding by,
Say swish, swosh, shosh, and good bye,
They don’t care to stop.

Vacuum drones away,
Sucking it in, keeping trim,
Though it eats a lot.

My room is so small,
It is busy wall to wall,
With just room to sit.

Here with my daughter,
Relaxing having some fun,
She is a joker.

The films are repeats, but they all keep me in my seat, watching silly shows.

The problem with me,

Is I have no real reserves,

To keep me going.

I am exhausted, triedness overwhelms me, making me useless.

The weekend is here, there and everywhere I think, it’s following me.

Time for a cuppa, chocolate biscuits a few, and maybe some more.

I can’t tell a lie,
Without thinking of the truth,
And feeling it too.

A mug of coffee,
Is sitting beside me now,
Waiting for its turn.

A taste and a gulp,
And I feel its warmth go down,
That does feel so good.

I am still working,
In and out of work, I work,
Mostly thing I like.

It has rained all day,
Completely wetting all things,
That are outside now.

The rain drizzles down,
Wetting the ground so finely,
And almost unseen.

The on line office,
Is a chore and so tiring,
I tune out sometimes.

I just close my eyes,
And feel that tiredness there,
Washing through my head.

Have a good night all,
May you sleep soundly and long,
And wake up refreshed.

Book ideas flow,
Like rapid streams through my mind,
And turn in eddies.

I miss the out back,
Just any place that’s out there,
Away from people.

I grew up hiking,
In the hills and through the bush,
Walking waterfalls.

It was so much fun,
Wet and cold and muddy too,
They were super days.

I have had others,
In many different ways,
I’d say I am blessed.

The day was okay,
In it’s Monday special way,
Though it started grey.

My mobile is gone.
Battery has died, it’s dead,
And can’t be revived.

I’ve written some songs,
Chords, melody and some words
I plan to record.

Like writing a book,
I will publish one or two,
If I finish one.

The ideas come,
In droves sometimes so many,
That they overwhelm.

My phone’s stopped working,
It feels like I’m regressing,
Using the laptop.

I use it so much,
And everything is on it,
Including passwords.

A lesson to learn,
Too late for now, but I knew,
Thats is annoying.