Brake lights are frowning, fierce brows lie ahead,
Hoping the green light dares not change to red,
Birds taunt our dilemma, with freedom of wing,
Their flight is our envy, delay is our thing.
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Crawl slowly past houses, this holiday morn,
Those who sleep late meeting not break of dawn,
Fields of young corn whisper, mockingly so,
Leaves rustle their solitude, we pass by – so slow.
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Yawns of indifference break through the tension,
Eyes avoiding each other, annoyance unmentioned.
Silently yearn, wish we’d stayed warm in bed,
Tempered vibes palpable, pounding of head.
***
Ominous clouds threaten even less joy,
Incite inward screaming, no smile can destroy,
What lies ahead more than a dull, gloomy day,
Please pass by quickly, my mind can but pray.
***
The beach, still no brighter, cold seeps unseen places,
Companions arrive, the same gloom on their faces,
The journey, so tiresome, at least now has ended,
Our spirits, now together, our anger is mended.
***
Trolleys now loaded with kit and kaboodle,
We’ll hide ‘neath the shelter, but not to canoodle!
Our journey, not wasted, our men take their stance,
Of their kites we are voyeurs of much merry dance.
***
Much laughter and chatter, and wrongs to put right,
Hidden from cold winds, the men just in sight,
Sun’s rays, their appearance a welcome array,
A far better end than the start of our day.
Tag: Autumn
Weekends and Fresh Air
Morning breaks, crisp and quite chilly
But not yet a crunch underfoot
Gloves and warm layers, much needed
Into long sleeves, our arms we have put.
Surprise, we’re not lone early risers
A day with no rain, we’ll embrace,
Families and friends meet and gather
Heading for trails, cold air quickens their pace.
Walking and cycling, p’raps running
Energies rising with speed
Treading the paths which have oft led the way
Such beauty we devour with such greed.
Suns rays creep between entwined branches
Gathered, a canopy above
Glistening, bright in the shadows below
Beautiful colours of Autumn, we love.
Chances are few that we’ll wander
Stray from the path where we’re head
Signposts adorn every corner and turn
On well-trodden pathways, we’re easily led.
Breath comes in gasps as we chatter
The world put to rights as we strut
Fitness improving with swiftness of step
Crunching beneath us the humble chestnut.
Kilometres later, our men we do meet
Beaming with glee as they pedal to pass
Head for a bench, enjoy coffees and sweets
Watching as children have fun on the grass.
Never a break in the chatter with friends
Such are the subjects we speak
Fun way back to fitness, on that we depend
We’ll return for the same in just a few weeks.
It’s that time of year again…AARGH!
They get me every year!
With legs short and black or with legs long and thin,
However I try, they will always sneak in,
To invade my life, to hide in a dark place,
Then creep out just to see that shocked look on my face.
Arched and so hairy, those legs slowly crawl,
Across the ceiling and then down the wall,
Until just in vision, in the corner of my eye,
Unnoticed at first, then they move, and I cry!
I’m certain they wait ‘til I’m not fully clothed,
No socks or shoes so I feel more exposed,
The thought of those creatures getting near to my skin,
Sends shivers down my spine, I quake from within.
How people can touch them is beyond my belief,
To see them destroyed brings me heartfelt relief,
To think they’ll no longer return to my room,
But each one has a partner, each bride has a groom
Kill one, be prepared for the family’s revenge
Like us, do they mourn, and wait to avenge?
Prey on us, over us, while in our beds,
While innocently sleeping, sweet dreams fill our heads.
Yet maybe one day with my fear overcome,
I’ll welcome those eight legs, I will not go numb,
At the thought of my flesh being crawled over by,
Some sweet little spider…No, I would rather die!
Writing and Rhythm 