A Quiet Moment

I’m at work this week after a week off last week, and it’s hard going! So I’m just going to post some lovely soothing wild flowers, and have a nice quiet moment 🙂

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office-enough

we are all
sitting in boxes
bathed in blueish glows
tap tap tap
phones ring
I am so tired
I would lay
on this rough carpet
curl up foetal
eyes closed tight
while meerkats peer
over monitors
and I rest my head
with back support
as a pillow

tired haiku

my tired eyes droop
must work despite pain, I sigh
then I think of you

you brighten my mind
and lightened I press onward
’til I’m home with you

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when

long days
threaded
with pain
so
tired
squirming for comfort
a rainbow of pills
need
to
c o n c e n t r a t e
and the pangs come
pangs of
what-is-the-point?
why-me?
working hard
to pay bills
feed
my
family
but when
do I get to
live

after work

after all day
spent in a box
I dip my toes
into the meadow
then dive…
swim through the grass
leap over the bushes
splash back
into ferns and bramble
slow down
drink in the haze
herb robert
evening primrose
alchemilla
willowherb
as insects
buzz their drunken songs
and I am sinking back
sinking
into the wild

cold horror

My nose is full of custard. My head is packed with booze-soaked sponge cake. I am become trifle from this cold. This summer cold that my daughter gave me, after bemoaning her fate repeatedly. Now it’s my turn. My trifle-head may be worse than hers unfortunately, what with the drugs and all. All week my right eye has been inexplicably annoyed with my glasses. My left eye has been twitching (with surpressed rage?). Today the world is slightly slanted. If I take off my glasses the slant increases, so I put them back on in a rush.  My face wants to slide down onto the desk and sleep, but I fear the cardigan-sleeve-shaped imprint on my forehead – the badge of sleepy office workers. And who might pass my corner and spot me here snoring gently. So stay open eyes, I plead, as one twitches rebelliously and the other blinks and blinks and blinks as if to flap the glasses right off me. This is the horror of my situation.

time

time is rushing
and I’m straggling behind
running to keep up
dropping trails of post-it notes
behind me
scribbled notes that were important once
before their purpose was forgotten
the hand-writing indecipherable
even to the eye that wrote it
please, time
have a tea-break
and let me catch my breath!

the passing storm

the tide is turning
     waves are building
          higher with each day
     a build up of
          tension
               stress
          until all is
               drowning
                    sinking
                         suffocating
               overcome by
                    obligations
                         responsibilities
                              a task list so long
                                   its a novel
                    so many things
                         so many pills
                              so many, many things and pills
                                   all piling up so high
                                        so high
                                             so very, very high

     

and
crashing
smashing
down

     

     ’til I’m left
     just afloat
     on top of the swell
     treading water like hell
     to keep up my head
     so my face can tell lies
     about ‘everything’s fine’

     

and then later

     

in your arms
the dam bursts
no lies only truth
and there will be tears
many tears falling fast
’til the beat of your heart
and the warmth of your love
sooth my life-battered soul
into calmness and peace
as sleep forgives all
till the morning

too many things

I’m so tired
I can barely think
let alone write
yet here I am
wanting to put words
together
I’m so tired
I can barely focus
on this screen
I want to rest
but all my tired mind
can do
is flutter
and flap
uselessly
like a trapped bird
too many things
too many thoughts
too many to be held for much longer
they will all fly away
in a murmuration of murmuring thoughts
till I am left
an empty shell
fingers still typing
my emptiness
till the moment
when all
is consumed
by the darkness

my day

rising
into the summer
of your nearness
you are a vision
bearing tea
a balm to my tired eyes
and dry throat
then leaving
for the daily grind
a wrench
of separation
tearing me
from your side
and later
at the edge of the day
you feed me bacon
and know my
heart