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.
As complex as simple is.
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.
A winters sunset,
something good to remember,
even though it’s cold.
Is Friday fry day,
fish and chips and mushy peas,
now I am hungry.
Ironing my shirts,
as few can, and fewer will;
it is an art form.
Time tumbles, tripping,
down through the steep day valleys,
and steeper they get.
Turn to a new page,
and resurrect your writing,
that’s languishing.
Success can look strange,
and sometimes it is messy,
but hold that success.
I dived for treasure,
and found it on the sea floor;
a case of ice creams.
Line by line they went,
checking every word was straight,
then they spelled it out.
A nice comfy chair,
it best for motivation,
and a little snooze.