vendredi 22 mai 2015

Night Thoughts


NIGHT THOUGHTS


Such plans I have as I lie in bed!
They swarm and buzz inside my head.
All seem exciting and easy to do –
It’d be such fun to learn something new!

I’ll learn to speak German and visit Berlin;
I’ll go on a diet and be really thin;
I’ll finish that novel begun long ago,
Then there are so many things I’d love to sew.

The clarinet would be nice to play,
And perhaps I won’t give my guitar away.
I’ll go to art classes and paint really well -
Would I want to part with those I might sell?

Then there’s yoga and dancing and gentle gym -
I can imagine myself so fit and slim.

Finally I fall into troubled dreams
And when I awake how unreal it all seems!
I get caught up again in the daily routine
And the day is like they’ve always been.

I watch TV then read in bed
And thoughts start whirling in my head:
What if … ?

mercredi 13 mai 2015

Dolmen





The dolmen sits squat
Like a giant stone mushroom
In a fairy glade.

mercredi 6 mai 2015

Daisy chain


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lundi 4 mai 2015

Untitled







Swaddled in mist
I climb the steps,
Hand on hard rail
For the treads are uneven,
Some steep, some shallow,
Worn almost flat in parts,
Much trodden,
Elsewhere rough and stony;
My feet falter,
Feeling their way,
I lose my grip,
Fall to my knees,
Gasping,
Then feel my way
forward
On all fours
Like a child
Until the mist wisps away,
The steps even out and
The path lies straight ahead.