As I sit idly by

As I sit idly by
A flash catches my eye
A firework me thinks
As I glance again
A tree sways in the wind
A street light blinks at me

Operation

A needle!
Numbing the mind
Into a fake sleep

An operating theatre!
Doors shutting
Lights blaring

A knife!
Slicing open
Rummaging around

Blood!
“Pass the tweezers”
Metal clanging

Needle and thread!
In and out
Pulling and closing

Waking up!
A comfy bed
Still dozy

Avenue of Street Lights

An Avenue of brightly lit steel trees,
growing out of the ground.

Smooth black trunks with one lonely branch,
reaching over the road.

Brightly lit by an orange glow,
these trees come alive by night

A December Morning

Underfoot,
The icy ground as cold as iron.
The sky,Heavily grey.
A bleak view out of a window,
On an icy cold morning

Autumn

A lazy autumn morning
Misty morning
Dewy grass
The sun loosing its heat
The leaves turning
And falling
Autumn, autumn
The seasons a changing

Boredom

Boredom-

Time Ticks Slowly
Nothing To Do
Though There Should Be!

Time ticking slowly-

Tick- Tock, Tick- Tock, Tick- Tock, Tick- Tock, Tick- Tock,

Minutes feel like hours

Hours feel like days

Nothing to do-

The Clock Ticks By Slowly

The mind a blank

Thumb twiddling

Horrible Cold Morning

From the house you step out…

The cold hits you.
Your breath, like smoke comes out to join the fog
Underfoot the pavement is icy
Your nose is frozen
And your toes are numb

Ordinary objects become dark blurs,
Unrecognisable through the fog

Ideas

They come!

What comes?

They come!

But what come?

They do! They come out of nothing!

What do?

They start of being nothing. Then they form and come!

What comes?

Ideas of course!

Killed by Suffocation

It lay still.
Not a molecule moving
It was inanimate.

For if you ran,
It ran with you
Not forever towards you.

It lies heavily over everything,
Not stirring.
Suffocating everyone with its stillness.

For it was killed by suffocation

Penguins

Penguins,
Birds that can’t fly,
But birds that fly underwater.
Birds that jump off ice,
Into cold sea, they fish for cold fish,
They bring the best home.

Penguins
…Are posh.
They wear black and white clothes,
With a tail,
Not a tie.

Penguins,
Yellow beaks,
White breast,
Black feathers,
Scaly wings,
Yellow paddles, feet.