Napowrimo 2019 (Remove filter)
Origins
I have no roots –
only memories.
Present becomes past before my eyes
Life is lived, recorded there, somehow,
More or less imperfectly inscribed
Within my head, thus stored behind my brow.
These things exist for me, just in my mind,
For if I try to seek them out again
There’s only ever something new to find:
Nothing in the stillness can remain.
I have no root...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:25 pm
Fatigue
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
How to be a terrible parent
Stay up until all hours with work stuff,
Then wonder why the kids act at their worst,
Insist they play alone when you feel rough,
Then wonder which will throw a tantrum first.
You promise something then you make them wait,
Then wonder why they give you endless grief,
Sling insults when the school run’s running late,
Then wonder why they’re lacking self-belief.
Rec...
Monday 1st April 2019 8:40 pm
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