cradled under softest pastel sky cleansed by water-colour landscape I leave my day behind return to you
Tag: driving
What I haven’t run over this week
Just thought I’d report on the creatures I have managed to avoid running over this week! It started with a chicken which was standing in the middle of the road as I was driving out of our village. She was not at all bothered by me and my car and just looked at me as…… Continue reading What I haven’t run over this week
tomorrow
a day of leaving and of returning a day of farewell and of reunion a day with emotions tangled up a day of driving for hours and hours in a hot car with a smile on my face because I’m coming home to you
Driving Scenes
I took a couple of iPhone photos again on the way home from work. Firstly the sunset over the town and then a nice silhouette of a tree on the country roads nearer home. Not top notch photos I’m sure, but they capture the moment 🙂
Driving Sunset
On my drive home from work yesterday the sky was looking beautiful and I decided to try getting some shots on my phone camera. It was an interesting experiment, and you do get to see how beautiful the sky was, but unfortunately there are also road signs, lamp posts, etc. spoiling the shots a bit.…… Continue reading Driving Sunset
safe
you wrote me home your words flowing from you as I drove and I imagine them flying cross country faster than light and gathering round my moving car like a blanket of poetry keeping me safe in the dark
Motorway Driving
driving on the motorway in the dark I achieve a state of zen my car and I are one so I stop for a moment to remember where my limbs are and remind myself of reality because my love wouldn’t like me driving in a dream
Far far away
the time approaches viewed with dread to wrench myself from your warm arms to leave a part of self behind and drive drive drive to faraway too far away far too fucking far away
sum of hours
24 hours of which 9 hours of driving (so much traffic) and 15 hours with you of which 8 hours of sleeping (or trying to) makes 7 hours awake with you and it was totally worth it
The Cake is a Lie (warning: this poem may contain nuts and swears)
[cake update here] twas a Sunday afternoon when dear daughter and I did ponder why don’t we make a lovely cake and decorate it oh so nice and so to the kitchen we rushed our eyes aglow with keenness but hopes were crushed upon the fridge where butter lurked, but not enough let us go…… Continue reading The Cake is a Lie (warning: this poem may contain nuts and swears)
