Family and Friends

Slowly it grows on me,

An ominous heart-break,

Threatening to perish

All that won’t change.

Gone are the days of surety,

Knowing who abides and waits

Politics and misunderstanding,

An unbridgeable abyss create.

Question not how,

But when, whom and why?

Egos, systems, indulgence,

Half-knowledge and sundries.

At times I wish to teleport

Revert to a past unspoilt,

Perhaps lift the clouds of dust,

And this day wouldn’t come to pass.

Such is my world today,

Mere fragments of a whole.

On this I shall build

And yet hope for more.

The devil's workshop!

Hours emptied of emotion,
Devoid of object of affections,
No work ethic to adhere.
A free floating existence
Better appreciated
When somewhat chained.
Not to poles or walls
But to rules, yes, just rules.
A few to broken
And some to amend.
Order sets me free,
A head filled with processes,
A mind juggling tasks,
Is my idea of heaven.
A little routine to exploit,
A race against yourself!
Creating time when you
Supposed you couldn't allow it!
Enriching thoughts
Set off brainwaves
Sparking ideas by the grand.
Envisage an hour off
From this over-worked scene
Now that would be bliss!
Something worthy to share.

Expectant circles

How do I tell of that time
When expectations weren't prime?
We tumbled into the hay (that)
They were making in the sunshine

Sweet rolling fun, undeterred
Looking,  yet not accepting,
That a future may lie ahead,
Ahead of this free-rolling mess.

Hay is now thresh,
Gripping and forgotten,
Rustling quietly beneath
Traveling,  growing feet.

Out with old,  in with new,
A fresh brew flows through,
Flooding halls and doorways,
Reuniting thresh with hay.

Sweet Surprise

A sound she heard,

A whimper.

Lashing rain asunder

Absorbed all else

Was it imagination?

She wondered.

Wrapped in bed,

She heard it again,

A pitiable little mourn.

Couldn’t take any longer

She threw off the covers!

At ten past twelve,

On her mother she dwelled.

Torch alight,

Hands held tight,

Into the street they ventured.

Oh, the sight!

Poor, sweet pup

Lost in the rain n’ thunder.

A new home for it,

Clean, fresh and happy,

a different sort of love springs.

An Ode to my Childhood

Just like breathing, I forget,

How un-assuming and easy it is,

Until it barely exists.

Family, so hard to build,

Easily displaced and shelved.

Dust off the covers,

Rediscover old joys,

Dark rooms, joke books,

Pigtails and kites.

Running around, yelling,

Patting, hitting, laughing.

Skipping up and down stairs,

Monkeys climbing trees,

Playground wounds and

Top secret missions.

Endless games and parades.

Running to finish first,

In a race that a glance decided.

Looking back, I say this,

A childhood filled with memories

A childhood worth reliving.

That's me!

I’m the kind of person

That picks up old conversations

Who can trip on her own thoughts

Can act oh-so-propah for a laugh

I’m just silly old me

The girl who’s always all ears

And quite often shares tears

Even over broken toys.

A book worm would be jealous

Of the pages I’ve lived through

I’m jealous of elephants

For pages I rarely remember

None can find one like me

A vociferous wall flower

A twinkle-toed little nerd

An all heart, no grit little girl.

Give me your frowns

I’ll turn ‘em uside down

Let me colour up your views

Spray love around your igloo.