On the platform
1 April 2014

I wait and you wait
They all wait.
Us little ants marching
To steal a phrase…
We’re all packed with stories

The end of the day
Carrying a weight. Externally and most definitely internally
He puts on his headphones to shut off the noise
It’s home time

Shall I go speak to her?
Why does any guy attempt to speak to a girl?
Not just to ask the time… hey, wait aren’t I wearing a watch already…
We love connection
Attraction is common to all people.

But this time. I’d like to think
This was about working on confidence.
Can I speak to random strangers; easily?
And so I do
Her on the platform. And I, there too

Exchanged greetings and stories
Sitting in the same cabin
Continuing the conversation
A new friendship was born
For a brief period.

So on that platform you stand
You wait for transport….
But who knew,
Connection is waiting too…
To be made.

poem 23

Missing the deadline but not the lesson
31 March 2014

The glass shatters and the coffee powder spreads everywhere
As the jar falls to the floor
A rescue mission at 3am
Sweeping up the remnants

Sometimes the little misfortunes of life
Can be signs and sirens of things bigger…
I missed the deadline
To a writing competition

I sit with disappointment
Who seems so awfully loud?
‘Will you amount to something’, she says?
I wonder the same

Procrastination has a name and a face
It pulls me in a thousand directions
Of pointless objectives
I missed the deadline
(But not the lesson)

I need to move forward with these words and actions
I’ve got chapters to create
I’ve character to develop
I need a way out
(Time to rise)

-  thanks to amberafrica for the picture… depicted someone feeling “trapped” the theme of today’s poem…

poem 22

It’s 3am
31 March 2014

The worlds seems awfully peaceful at this time
Even the criminals are sleeping
Except I hear the buzzing
Of annoying mosquitoes

I feel the throbbing of the blister
On my foot
I hear the voices of my thoughts
Asking for attention in my mind

I wonder in this time
Tapping away on this keyboard
Letting words come and go
Will I grow?

poem 21

Familiar Spaces
29 March 2014

They go away,
I move in
I take care of their beloved pets and care for their house.
It’s a part time extra job for me…

I like it.
These many homes.
Sometimes feeling like various holiday homes…
But now…

Now, I am home.
In this familiar space, I feel a sense of peace and joy.
I have been away for a month.
So back here, surrounded by things I know

Sleeping in my own bed,
Hearing familiar sounds outside
This small place I have come to call, home
For now…

(photo for this poem is taken from here: amberafrica )

poem 20

Poem 19 – Dear Reader

Posted: October 22, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Dear reader
28 March 2014

You can’t buy love
(They advised) But they’re wrong!!!
I wait for you.
I have stories and comfort to give.
When will you place your hands on me?

It’s not cheap to buy my affections.
It’s required
And when you hold me
Smell my familiar pages
Then you will understand?

Take some time with me, dear reader
Escape from all the other demands
My words, your mind intertwined in this affair
I will take you places
Even though you’re snuggled on that chair

Light that fire
Glance out the window
Sip on the warm drink
You and I together
Can see the world…

poem 19

Runners and walkers
28 March 2014

I don’t think we’ve spoken before
But we seem to run past good friends
There is this “jogger’s code”
When we run past, won’t you nod your head
And or under exhausted breath say hello

I guess at dusk and dawn these roads belong to us
We will run as friends pioneering new lands
And awakening tired muscles
We are alive
This our time, so we greet in appreciation of this ownership

I remember a time of English origin
When walking was ever more common among our folk
We would never have to look over our shoulders; but only
(In hearing a fellow greeting)
I long for that again

The view of life from this level
The smell of the moist air
The sound of the leaves crumpling beneath my shoes
Each pace packed with thoughts and health
The world needs to slow down. (Will you?)

Poem 18

What’s in a name?
28 March 2014

They’re really just labels on you
It’s the excuse I am using
I see you sometimes week in and week out
But oh, who are you
I forgot your name (again)

But what’s in a name?
Is my memory fried (But I didn’t even take drugs?)
But I smile all the same
I may not know your name
But would you remember my smile?

Your face I have seen
In a crowd, I would know
Maybe, let’s not exchange words,
But simple smiles….
Then I wouldn’t feel so bad

It’s in the eyes they say
I hope that’s true
May my eyes ever be attentive?
To your passing
“Hi, what’s your name?”