baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad
trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears
feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off
like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs
desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company
our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray
our need to be okay
who said life starts at forty
was delusional
recording of the above poem read by the author
there is so much to do
and nothing gets done
with an overloaded mind
mental fog
lacking structure
step by step
where to start
when all seems
to be important
write two columns
one for things you can do
one you have to get done
sort out the priorities
on the first side
and leave the rest
universe has your back
choose your tasks
trust in its help
and it is so
what a day!
it was today
I have to say
now standing tall
heavy steel beam
building strong team
in the sweat and heat
shedding calories
shoveling grit
bit of daily drama
before it was ready
sun burned steady
quickly setting
in the ground
concrete mound
gallons of water
out of the tank
like money from the bank
think positive
and on your feet
the groundwork
is complete
recording of the above poem read by the author
deep sounds of didge
setting out the tone
outside strong wind
moving through tall trees
magpies playing in
a water fountain
black and white coat
ruffling their feathers
thin feet bathed
in the cool wet liquid
droplets of rain expected
any day soon hopefully
it has been hot and dry winter
not much left of the grass
but for a few brown patches
ducks decimating the parsley
what is left of it
only the stalks
nature has her own
timing
recording of the above poem read by the author
