Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough.
Up and down the Ash trees,
Round and round they go,
Of these troubles that we know,
No Coronavirus seeping,
Through their very roots,
Dampening their daily walks,
Or tarnishing their fruits,
Searing, hurting longi...
Monday 1st March 2021 4:05 pm
This morning’s glorious golden hour
On this day, leaves me cold.
The sweet dawn chorus lingers on
No joys to me unfold.
No light or beauty penetrates
The fog within my head.
Become so numb, I can but wait
In longing, for my bed.
For National Poetry Month 3rd April 2019 – prompt from IG @tristameer “use the word ‘golden’ in a poem”.
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 1:07 pm
LET SLEEP COMETH
Around and around the sad and dreary night spins
in my tortured world full of wakefulness.
It’s the same every time, unable to fall off the edge
into oblivion and peaceful sleep.
I feel so heavy with fatigue, like my limbs are weighted with lead,
the tablets I had an hour ago haven’t worked so what must I do now?
Suicide would be an answe...
Friday 9th March 2012 6:00 pm