Sunday

No second chance


Life shouldn’t be a race my friend,
Life should be a dance.
Don’t rush toward the tape my friend
There is no second chance.

Life is precious, far too short
so cherish every minute.
Don’t wish the days and weeks away,
you’ll too soon reach your limit.

It’s no rehearsal, this is it.
When this day’s gone it’s passed.
Life plays us tricks, it has no heart,
this day could be your last'

Don’t race through life, it won’t last long.
Don’t rush, prefer to dance.
And savour every moment friend,
you’ll get no second chance.

two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl


Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,

year after a year.

Swimming in opposite directions,

year after year.

By night he worked, she slept.

By day she worked he slept.

Round and round, passing each other twice a day,
 year after year

Two people, two lives.

Two different lives, growing apart

*One lost soul, swimming in a fish bowl,

Round and round.
 Year after year.

Saturday

sleep


sleep
a place where
mind
and body
drift apart

sleep
a place where
trials
and tribulations
evaporate

sleep
a place where
dreams
and images
populate

life
a book of words
and sentences
punctuated
by sleep

sleep
where your teeth
stand and watch
from a glass
by your bed


Monday

clouds


Clouds.
Playing hide 'n seek with the sun.
Now you see it, now you don't, then it's back again.

Clouds.
Puffy pillows of white and grey
Drifting silently amid a sky of brightest blue.
So tall, so majestic, so mystical.

Clouds.
A sign of rain to come.
Or snow or wind or light or shade.
Or swords of lightning that slash the ground.

Clouds
.

Tuesday

hurdle

life

racetrack

hurdles

run run run run run

jump

run run run run run

jump

clip

ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

jump

trip

splat

up again

hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble

jump

run run run run run

finish

pant pant pant pant pant

flop

smile smile smile smile smile

Foul

Sea still
Water calm
The calm before the storm
Captain frowns
Trawler drifts
Drifts toward the dawn.
Black clouds
Heavy sky
A sky of leaden grey
Eerie silence
Deathly quiet
Quiet starts the day
Then sheeting rain
A blinding light
The blinding lightning’s flash
A sudden wind
A roaring noise
The noise of thunder’s crash
A sudden fall
A dizzy rise
Tipping left then right
Atop a wave
Deep in a trough
God save us from our plight
The storm abates
The gale subsides
The gale, the waves, the rain
So back to work
They’ll work until
Foul weather strikes again