Bricks
Cement
Construction
On foundations
Completion and pride and a well earned rest
Age shows cracks and wear and wrinkles and droops
Demolition
Destruction
Rubble
Mess

Bricks
Cement
Construction
On foundations
Completion and pride and a well earned rest
Age shows cracks and wear and wrinkles and droops
Demolition
Destruction
Rubble
Mess
I bought two dresses in orange and white
And pairs of shoes of purple and pink
I bought a raincoat, shining red
And a hat of blue and green
I bought a purse of brown
I bought a bag, black
Then came the time
Penny check
Send it
Back.
Hand in hand
He will never know
Side by side
Not to be.
Voices inside, tell him wrong
So loud, trapped, and free.
I type this post with a dog sitting on my feet in the comfort of my post-workday living room. I’m just missing a cup of tea and a slice of toast (a habit I have regretfully picked up from my mother, the queen of toast-eating). I decided a little while ago that I wanted to publish some kind of post every day, but finding something interesting enough to share about my standard work, home, feed dogs, cook, eat, wash up, watch TV and go to bed life proved rather tricky. The only update I really have to give at this stage is that I am totally bogged down by the gruelling process of a house purchase (wouldn’t recommend), but once that’s done I should (haha) have more time to write!
Anyway, after that meaningless ramble, the point I was getting at is that I’ve decided to write and publish on my site (as well as Twitter, Instragram and Facebook – please check those out too for extra content) a poem every day. The majority of these are syllabic, meaning that I am quite restricted, which is great because anyone who has read my poetry on this site will notice that I don’t know when to stop.
I’ve already almost forgotten on some days, and while I have the privilege of scheduled posts on here, there is no such thing for the rest of the accounts I try to keep up to date. Still, here we are, I have committed myself and for once I am determined to stick this one out and not fall behind on it. I’ve always loved writing and this is something I can look forward to doing each day, from my sofa, with my feet up, with my dog.
I hope you enjoy reading the daily poems, or spam, depending on your perspective.
Remember to surpass those expectations and eat the lemons life throws at you this week. You can do it.
From up on the tightrope looks down
The painted smile of the clown
‘Til one foot put wrong
The fall is so long
His smile will turn into a frown.
Dancing.
With silent blades
That glide upon the lake
Leave lines of curves, twists and tangents
Frozen.