Bees fly hard all day
Bringing nectar home to me
Sweetness to share now
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The way forward
Best route bramble full
and the thorns prick and hurt you
but you continue
Patience
It’s a game played with 52 cards
And if you’re not careful the jokers get let in
And the game goes on and on
Please be patient.
Sunshine
The sun came out and shone on us
As we went about the day
Some tasks lined up
And talked again into another job
In sunshine
Things moved and people made happy
By a tumbling gift
Writing
I’ve not done very much writing of anything recently. I’ve not scrawled out a poem for a few weeks, not even a line or two. I’ve not thought about my writing group homework either. That’s nothing unusual. My best work is done under pressure in the last hour before the meeting.
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Texts
At 7am my phone stirred
It bleated and it cried
It wailed and it chunnered
I thought someone had died.
It beeped and made a lot of noise
Alerting me to a text
I blearily put on my specs
And pressed the buttons next
Still not well the message said
I’m off to A&E
Can you mind the chickens
Again today for me?
