Winter skies aflame
Fiery orange fading fast
Night falls cold and grey
Winter Sunset
Tag: poetry
A Weighty Problem…
A Weighty Problem…
Table laden with festive repast
Over-eating indulgence a blast
Calorific intake
Should not insinuate
No surprise when my scales stand aghast…
Another Covid Christmas
Covid pandemic future looks dire
This new variant spreads like wildfire
Life feels so ominous
Looming large over us
Hard to find happy thoughts to inspire
Seems this virus is keen to mutate
Sneaky versions that might seal our fate
All year Delta was worst
But now Omicron’s first
What new havoc can Covid create?
As infections rise straight off the chart
Pfizer booster jabs playing their part
Race to keep it at bay
But it won’t go away
Covid 19 stays strong at its heart
Will restrictions be brought into force
One more lock-down might do it of course
Careful plans go awry
As we all wonder why
We can’t kill this damned virus at source
As we look to another new year
It’s so hard to find real Christmas cheer
No one knows what will be
We must just wait and see
Mixed with hope, trepidation, and fear…
Brr…
Winter weather makes some people glum
Wrapped up warmly but still they succumb
To the cold, feet like stone
Fingers chilled to the bone
All extremities left feeling numb
The Waiting Game…
Impatiently I clock-watch, counting time
Each taunting tick precise, accentuates
Reality like slow motion sublime
With bated breath in-drawn, exaggerates
I feel my heart-beat loudly fill my chest
With rhythmic regularity at base
Internal cadence pulsing without rest
As in-built metronome increases pace
Distressed, I try my best just to distract
My mind from life-blood pounding fast and fleet
But can’t escape the solid soundless fact
This ‘now’ exists, exquisitely complete
The time has come where I can only wait
Till time itself unfolds, reveals my fate…
Gladioli in Orange and Green
Gladioli in orange and green
Photographically captured on screen
Hope these tall flower spikes
Generate lots of likes
Cos I think they deserve to be seen 🙂
Foodie Fun
Last night’s dinner, braised lamb a la mode
Red wine gravy, so rich, overflowed
Seasoned well, hint of spice
Served with veggies and rice
Ate so much thought I might just explode!Washed it down with the rest of the wine
Altogether it tasted so fine
Love to cook and to eat
Till I feel quite replete
And my taste-buds are sated – divine!
Insomniac
Toss and turn all night long wide awake
Long-term habit that’s so hard to break
My insomniac quest
Brain and body to rest
Don’t know why I can’t sleep for fuck’s sake… 😦
Guests
I forgot what it’s like to host guests
Clean the house so it looks at its best
Tidy up random stuff
Make it look good enough
Hide the worst of our everyday mess
I’d got used to our lock-down delays
Quiet living and insular days
Covid curses no more
Cast bad spells on my door
Feels so strange to return to old ways
So we welcome old friends with a smile
And remark that it’s been quite a while
With great caution we start
With new joy in our heart
To embrace this post-Covid lifestyle
Home
Home…
A nineteen thirties bungalow in style
Mock-Tudor boards on double-fronted bays
Old paint-peeled rendered walls that made me smile
And fall in love in oh-so-many ways
Its shabby chic and part-neglected air
Called out to me to make this house my own
Look far beyond its age without a care
Ignore its dated décor overtone
And now we live together in this space
Eclectic symbiosis oft appears
Where partial changes slowly taking place
Bring modern touches to the faded years
I love the way the blend of old and new
Creates a loving home for me and you… ❤
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