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.