One room, one window, one door. Today he took his walk of recreation A few steps further down the well beaten track This time there was no turning back Freedom tasted sweet as sweet could be He had been cooped up for several weeks Covid 19 and that certain age made sure of that He […]
Tag: #Writing
Constant in his belief.
Constant in his belief. Withered, all withered Words, infrequent visitors No longer leaving imprints upon a page He sits, suffering The anguish of not writing As he fails, then rises, then fails again Inside his head, he frets On the outside, no one understands. When will his exhaustion be complete? It helps, he tells himself […]
Acrostic Poetry.
Sunday. A caustic Acrostic. Sabbath, on this day you shall rest says the Lord Under no circumstances should you toil Now dear friends, it is a different story Don’t have work to go to, the world is in lockdown About us, death and destruction of life as we know it Yes of course there is […]
Sweet magnolia blossoms.
Leaning across the half door
Dreaming of –
Dreaming of Dreaming of the countryside he longs to see again In all it greenery The country, his home its scenery Walking upstream by a silent river Looking out on rolling hills. Together this combination, the best medicine Setting the scene For peace of mind and clarity of thought Pleasures in life which money cannot […]
Down on the farm.
Down on the farm. On days when the skies were filled with rain Black as ink clouds sat heavily over our little haven Jobs around the farm were curtailed Which gave us children more time inside With granny and granddad. Times like this were like gold dust to us We learned to play card games […]
The meaning of life.
I will in time stand by your encouraging words
The beyond will continue to be out there.
The beyond will continue to be out there. In this island of his afternoon He waits in anticipation For the rattle of the trolley The jangle of knife, fork and spoon. His room sparse though it may be Is his home forever and a day Yes he knows day from night. Weeks tumble into months […]
He’d be lost without repetition.
He’d be lost without repetition. Squirrelling away information Always guarantees success? Sitting in his talking chair He is never short of a word The sound of bird song Another source of inspiration Their varying sounds Akin to the variety of words He has in his vocabulary Not at all a boast, just fact!!! Sitting lakeside, […]
Breakfast at Sniffillies.
cough into your elbow, give your nose a good blow