My interest wanes,
and my mind takes other lanes,
to other places.
I’m scratching my head,
and hoping some thoughts will come,
but it takes a while.
A friend takes our hand,
and reminds we’re not alone,
along the journey.
You can not always,
have good days, but you can face,
a bad day with grace.
Category: Just for the moment
07-10-22 Writing on
Things I used to do,
I now wonder, if ever,
I shall do them more.
Where next will I go,
I challenge my blue notebook;
the pages are blank.
What will I do next,
I challenge myself again,
and the roll the dice.
It’s nearly finished,
it’s only a matter of time,
and some real effort.
06-10-22 Singing Creole
The guitarist sings,
creole songs: deliberate strums,
emphasise the pain.
Believe in yourself,
and take the ‘be’ in believe,
and ‘you’ in yourself.
When I am writing,
my pen’s leading, however,
I try to control.
05-10-22 Little England
A little England,
as Autumn is rolling in,
and evening settles.
I am writing words,
some sound good and flow freely,
like a flowing stream.
I’m still loving this,
well done Philharmonic Five,
so fresh and alive.
I tipped him a pound,
and watched it spin around,
in the guitar case.
04-10-22 Clouded
Clouds slowly drift by,
like a great grey clad army,
massing the rain troops.
Sitting in the dark,
and listening to old songs,
just reminiscing.
Things I used to do,
I now wonder, if ever,
I shall do them more.
03-10-22 Sky Train
The night sky tonight,
twinkled so brightly with stars,
making me feel small.
I can’t think of much,
just the train and getting there
so I can get home.
A scene from a train,
speeding along to a song,
when I saw this scene.
02-10-22 Cats and Apples
At another time,
and place, I began to write,
now I live to write.
Vision of a cat,
that’s poised and about to pounce,
but it’s just a bag.
My biscuit went ‘plop’,
into my mug of hot tea,
and it simply sank.
Driving down the road,
there’s a tree full of apples:
he stops and picks them
It’s been a long day,
but taking time out’s okay,
with some family time.
01-10-22 Rats
I do not like rats,
they always do surprise me,
or I frighten them.
Sounds of passing car,
and some bird song from the trees,
but I finding peace.
Writing up side down,
then my ball point pen ran out,
…. ….. … …. ……
There’s alot to do,
and I must push into it,
for time slips away.
30-09-22 Clearing Up
My book’s hanging up,
there’s a hook for each chapter,
that helps my reviews.
I do like a film,
that I see from time to time,
like most evenings.
Cleaning my office,
and finding things that are new,
and so much rubbish.
Just the two of us,
we can make it if we try,
baby bring it on.
29-09-22 The clock o the clock
It is 4 O’clock,
and it’s time for tea for me,
and a piece of cake.
People are stirring,
the floor boards are telling me,
and the doors agree.
Well the paint’s drying,
and the old kettle is boiling;
I’m writing my book.
It is happening,
I know it is and I’m sure,
one day I’ll be right.
The night’s drawing in,
and the lights welcome me home;
the music plays on.