Not sure where i got to with this. will probably have to edit it.
Not Today
I think I’m going back to bed
I’m just too tired I cannot think
So many things inside my head
My brain is going on the blink
I’m just too tired I cannot think
People that I need to pay
My brain is going on the blink
I can’t face doing it today
People that I need to pay
Letters that I need to write
I can’t face doing it today
I’ll leave it till another night
Letters that I need to write
So many things inside my head
I’ll leave it till another night
I think I’m going back to bed
The poem above is one of two Pantoum style poems. The other Tell Me, is on the drop down poem index page
Running
Rain
In the streets
Down the streets
running
Running out
Flowing
Film running,
Tears running
Nose running
Run
Running out
Run away
Run to
Something
Stocking Ladder
Running
Always rushing
Everything runs
Runs away
Time slip
Rushing
Everything runs
Like time
Running out
Like rain
Down the street
Down your face
Up your leg
Keep running
There’s about a two week gap here when nothing much happened.
Monkey Business
The picture and short poem below is from a prompt in a pub on a quiz night. Postcard.
Spring
Snowdrops
Cork pops
Sunshine
warms the wine
Daffodils dance
and joy spills into
tulip cups
Hip Hip Horray for
Spring
Kings
Kings are always orphans
They have to stand alone
No-one holds their hand
When they’re sitting on their throne
Kings are always orphans
You don’t hear them complain
They only have one job to do
They only live to reign
Friends may mill around them
Keen to show they’re loyal
Kings are always orphans
It’s lonely, being Royal
Leeky story
It was always going to be a strained relationship. The colander was full of holes, and that overgrown spring onion had so many layers, they were never going to find a compatible companionship.
They tossed about together with mutual respect to start with, but the colander just couldn’t get a handle on the vegetable, who just ran rings round her all the time and made her cry. And it was always her that had to carry him. He called her a sieve, and it was all she could do to keep her mettle.
Once, she was so tired holding him she tried to drown him, but the water flowed through her and just refreshed him and made him stronger.
At the end of the day, they both had to face the truth. A colander always leaks but leeks can’t colander.