I tried to write a sonnet. I was quite proud of it, but it didn't win.
Engaged since birth against one deadly foe,
A mortal combat all must surely yield,
No clemency or kindness can we know,
No soul alive will leave this battlefield.
The lines of combat proudly crease my face,
My hair turns slowly, unabashed, to gray.
I must accept with honour and good grace,
Wednesday 25th March 2020 9:01 pm
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I can’t help writing in rhyme. I do it all the time.
Rhymes sneak into my texts unbidden
Or if they’re not there, or are too well hidden
Their absence clangs like a bell
And I feel compelled to find them somewhere… bear, care, dare, hair, tear… repair, despair…...
Wednesday 19th September 2018 8:37 pm
Just five minutes more.
Just five more minutes alone, in the quiet
Before I walk through that door
Return to the noise
And heed the voices.
Just five more minutes
Before I resume my duties
The chores that are never done
The battles that will never be won.
Just five minutes more to call my own
Before I become once more the exclusive property of cha...
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 11:50 pm