The wine has all gone !

It’s tough here at work

The calm before the storm

We are in for a bad time

And the wine has all gone

 

We’ve new staff trained

To manage the load

it’s hard to feel bright

Now the wine has all gone

 

Forms are ready

There is ink in my pen

The phone rings constantly

I guess I could try gin

 

There’s a blue sky

No clouds to be seen

Were not sure of impact

and the wine is all gone

 

Is the an end to it all?

Is there a positive vibe?

It’s going to be ok

Cause I’ve got creme de menthe

 

 

To you

Dusky purple hues dust over the sky

Sun slowly sinks, vanishing from the day,

Darkness falls, like soft velvet

A box full of darkness to share.

 

lovers meet hand in hand

Dancing to the moon on rain kissed streets,

Moonlight breaks though its cloudy mask

canopy of sparking speckles dance in the sky.

 

mouths smile gently capturing soft kisses

Secrets told to mouths not ears

Messages of love and desires,

they stroll enchanted with each other.

 

Toeards the stoney beach

Sea glistened mirroring the glittering sky,

Faint breeze bushes against the water

small ripples ruffle the stillness.

 

light wind took their love,

whispering into the horizon,

lightness of sky slowly rises upwards,

new light illuminating lovers drifting home.

Unknown destination

half way there

unsure where

A weekend treat

destination unknown

journey is crawling along

past fields of brilliant yellow

familiar place names pass by

sun shines over rolling hills

still the destination is secret

fields of lambs jumping  dancing

pretty villages with sandstone houses

cathedral pokes his head up high

passing canals and rivers

as the car slows down

sat nav says the journey ended

destination known

Wasps eating rhubarb leaves

As I looked upon my rhubarb leaves

There were tiny holes made by little thieves

I searched and found upon the stalk

A little insect having a walk

 

A wasp I saw black and yellow

What are you doing little fellow

you usually like the mint and fennel

which is much sweeter and gentle

 

But no, your chewing the stalk so pink

are you sucking the sugary drink

So you are my little thieves

wasps eating my rhubarb leaves

Time

Everything is rushing towards me

nothing wants to stand still

there’s mess in every room of the house

i just don’t know where to start

the clock is ticking quickly

the Calender flapping fast

 

time is running away from me

 

i take a breath and look around

i just need a starting point

pick up the muddle and throw it away

Empty the cupboard and fill up the hall

nowhere to move, nowhere to hide

make a decision there’s no much time

what is time where does it go?

the days are speeding along

 

Time is running away from me

 

The month has all but disappeared

the house is almost done

the minutes are moving quickly now

lifes journey continually changes

the waiting time has arrived

the past is the present, the present the future yet

 

time is running away from me

 

7 ways to see the skies


Day 6

 

Dawn morning, light pink

Golden rays slowly rise

casting sunbeams in every direction

 

Crystal clear, brightest blue

Vastness surrounds

Whispers of clouds linger

 

Racing clouds, blown along

White to darkest grey

Raindrops fall heavily

 

Millions of eyes look upwards

Each sees a different shade

Each a different sky

 

Blue hour, quality light

Red passes into space

Twilight has arrived

 

Night sky , black as ravens

Evelopes earth in darkness

Crescent moon shines brightly

 

Galxues of stars light the sky

Aspirations and wishes made

Gaze at stars as they stare back

Are you an enigma?

Day 4

 

Pillowy whiteness  Loves Ewe

washed in brine

Not quite so bright

Sweet and pungent

 

Smoked Gubben hides nothing

Not rustic at all

Smokiness wafts around

like an open fire.

 

Complicated Epoisses

Earthiness and distinctive

Like a damp cellar or wet leaves

powerful and rich

 

Adventurous Sgt Pepper

Blended exotic spices

infused  pepper threads

Fresh like crisp morning air

 

Elergy to you

 

Day 3

 

Good things come in small packages

you always said to me

like a precious stone

in a small box

i look at myself

this small girl who saw

her small grandmother

wise words from someone who knew

her smallness was her shell

inside she was a giant

the head of the house

the best cook of all

the one with treats in the pantry

the largest smile that stretched miles

the infectious laugh

that lit up the room

from a tiny acorn grows a giant oak

she reminded me when I was down

you’re not so small

you are tall

you are your own giant

now I smile

still small in height

and remind myself

that inside this package

was a very good person. Me.

 

 

Outside the window

From the noisy bustling office

warm, musty and dark

shards of bright light stream in

branch shadows dance on the desk

swirling, twisting, slowly then quickly

as I stare at the window

light fluffy clouds race by

they tease me to join them

the empty trees sway in the breeze

the world looks silent through the window

my mind wanders, to faraway places

to distant lands, to sun kissed oceans

my dreams take me away from my desk

to warmth, colour and squeals of delight

distant forests with chattering birds

floating lazily in downstream backwaters

hot sandy beaches and ice cold beer

a ring of the phone

I’m back in reality

gazing once more

outside the window