Too much

This weekend has been just too much. Too much heavy rain, too much rubbish on the television. Too much work and too much of being on my own. Oddly enough even when I am with someone at the moment I feel quite alone. I have no idea why, but being positive seems to have left my body. I know where I should be mentally, i just can’t quite make the leap.

Soaked again by too much rain

head aches from too many sneezes

repeats again on too many channels

blowing wind makes too many tangles

smiles really are too few today

moments alone too many to count

head space filled with too much rubbish

friends around but too alone

soul is crying head wants to join

at the moment its all too much.

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Dogs Life

many dogs with stick

It’s time for a walk

My dog and me

Boots on

Wagging tail

Shooting out of the door

As fast as a bullet

.

Barks of delight

At the grass and the wind

Playmates arrive

Sticks in mouths

Friend growling

Running in circles

.

All three join in

Running round together

One stick in three mouths

Almost joined at the hip

No one dare bark

For fear of losing the stick

.

Game now over

Happy and slow

Home for breakfast

Exhaustion sets in

Flops on his bed

It’s a dogs life.

Pooh Bridge

pooh bridge

Bridge over flowing stream

sticks thrown whisper a wish

friends stand playing that famous game

Pooh Sticks

and this the bridge of piglet and pooh

racing their sticks

only the river controls

which will be first

piglet or pooh

racing through together

sharing the laughter

wishing a wish

and all that play here

on this  friendship bridge

remember piglet and pooh

Conversations of fish

So today Napowrimo’s prompt was to write a conversation. I have chosen fish….

fish

.

The red tail, he’s an interloper

Is he really? how do you know?

Well we have been here for ages

Ages, have we are you sure?

Yes, well the plants are different

What do you mean?

The plants have grown

They might be new?

Well he’s an interloper

He’s certainly bossy

Did he pick a fight with you?

Oh yes, I shot under the stone

That a good hiding place

They watched the red tail,

He glided through the tank

You know, I think he’s sad

I think he needs a friend

Shall we be his friend?

We could give it a go

Do you want to be friends?

They asked the red tail

He flicked his tail shooting round the tank

Oh yes, I really would like friends

I have been very lonely

And the little fish were delighted

They wanted everyone to be happy in their little box.