The Silence

A glorious silence –

it seeps into your bones

under your skin and wraps around

your body like a cool hug

a still day, only the humming

of birds in the trees, the feel

of the light breeze and the dew

on your feet. Revel in the silence –

till it’s broken

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The Slow Lane

So here I am, stumbling in the slow lane

while you race ahead, as if life

is a race to win one day.

I write words

and then delete them

I conjure up whole weird worlds

in my head and stare at blank pages.

You speed past me while I hit bump

after bump in the road,

the rain is fogging my view and I can’t see round the bends.

On social media everything is rosy

but in real life things aren’t so I know

but it’s hard to remember

when it seems like everyone is speeding on

into life

while I hit a roadblock,

scrabble around

searching for the words

swimming against the tide, pushing back

trying to capture that something special

whatever it is, create art,

create magic, a way of living –

the only way to be alive

the only way to survive

make art and hold your head

above the crowd

even if you’re left behind.

 

blossom on tree, spring,

Sunday

Lazy Sunday. Cafetiere of coffee. Croissants. Jam. Sunday paper. Breakfast outside. More coffee. Blogging. Writing. Relaxing. Dreaming. Imagining. Roast lunch. Sunday afternoon films. High tea. Back to school feeling. Sunday night blues.