Waiting Game

I've waited an hour
the doctor is late. 
eyes glazed over.
The will to live is dying. 
I've stopped clock watching. 
Time stands still. 
Whispering voices
Pings of phones
an automated voice 
announcing names, 
its hot in here
No space to move
Coughing and sneezing
Shuffling feet 
Time ticks by
An hour an hour 
what could I have done, 
married a couple, 
had afternoon tea, 
gone for a swim, 
put up that curtain rail,
cooked a stew, 
gone to Pilates, 
watched my favourite show. 
An hour slipped by,
I look at the floor, 
my shoes are dirty,
I look at some more, 
worn out trainers, 
muddy boots, 
High heeled shoes
flip flops, 
And slippers 
the waiting room is full, 
they are standing now. 
How much longer
I could ask if I dare
But if I move 
My seat will be taken. 
I wait a bit longer
I look at my watch
I'm brave,
I ask, 
they direct me away,
down a corridor
to another room, 
to start a new waiting game.
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A real map

map

Map laid out, Deciding a route

I study it carefully.

Which roads to choose

Map in the back

Sat nav on, what a mistake

It guides me, the pink route

It doesn’t look right

‘re calculating’ it says

‘at the next available road turn round’

I don’t want to turn round

This is the right way.

Ditching the sat nav

I try my phone, Google guides me

No voice, No noise

Destination is found.

I check the sat nav

Where was it taking me

Gatwick airport,

Last know destination

I should have stuck with the map

The old fashioned way

Perfect end

Rushing around,

a hundred miles an hour

hardly time to breathe yet stop.

Phone ringing, emails pinging

people talking loudly.

So much to do, so little time

End of the day is close.

Home again, breathe again

relax kick of my shoes.

Long hot soak,

candles around the bath

bubbles up to my ears,

soft music playing

finally resting

Ice cream with a flake

movie on the screen

curled up with you

a perfect end.

My window collapsed

My window collapsed

It shut down

my window to the world stopped

my heart skipped a beat

my breath held tight

my window on the world had gone

The phone crashed

it lost everything

the reboot started

No numbers

no photots

no smiles or music

My window on the world was crushed

The cloud saved me

my smile returned

everything came back

and my window on the world was back

 

 

 

 

 

Uninvited Ghost

There is something not quite right

Something feels a little weird

The door which I closed this morning

Is now ajar. I stand still

 

My heart beats loudly, inside my head

I walk into the lounge, its silent

I cant quite work out whats missing,

I stand still looking around

 

The fish pump is quiet, its not working at all

I look at the plug, its turned off

The phone is unplugged as well,

Something here is not right

 

I sit silently, I take it all in

An old lady died here last year

Is she trying to tell me something?

I really don’t want a ghost here.

 

I shake myself together,

It must have been me,

Not with it this morning,

There is no uninvited ghost here.