big waves
white peaks grow smaller
in my cone©
Month: September 2012
evening
evening downpour
in every puddle I see
the moon ©
A funny thing
Writing’s such a funny thing,
Never the same tune to sing.
Sometimes it’s such a slog,
Trapped in writer’s fog.
Others words posses your mind,
They’re no struggle to find.
Sometimes your income’s robust,
You more than earn your crust.
Others you’re so completely broke,
The whole thing becomes a joke.
I wouldn’t change though if I could,
Writing flows in my blood.©
Life cycle
The irony of life
Young and helpless
Your parents wheel you
In your pushchair
Old and helpless
Your children push you
In your wheel chair ©
new
new term lunch box
sandwich, crisps and
a windfall apple ©
dust
a layer of dust
covers my umbrella
sunny again©
indian
indian summer
the village sizzles
with barbeques©
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