Flight

Falling flight , endless air Faster, paper layers tear No parachute, no safety net Shard of glass upon the floor Is this life worth fighting for? I shall reflect a different door Endless day about to change Ascend from fall and up to grace Life now full of opportune A door of fate, a life

Money

I wish people could notice Look up and see That most don’t have money So life isn’t free They say you don’t need it While I disagree Because the world rules on money Ruling out poverty .

Dabble

I dabble, I jot This pen has no plot Search for the poet Who writes with the plan Literary schemes Theories and themes Organised minds Chaos here resides Scribble in a scribe Scholarship denied. …

Take stock

Contentment should be celebrated? Not always it seems, strive for more, to perfect . Happiness with what you have, quiet is the sound. No future agenda to fulfill the tasks are all complete. Relax, peace, accomplished ,done. Freedom to be me. Unperfect. The culture of compete. Desire for the job at top, the house biggest

Overload

Minds eye is curious Sometimes it’s quite laborious Information ever dense Overthinking very tense Dilated now diluted Brain cells become polluted All transmitters to misfire Stop and let yourself rewire.

Night out

I may have had a little too much wine But what an evening it’s been sublime Out with the bestie Telling stories of old Reminiscing and jesting the evening unfolds We have been to the pub laughed and enjoyed Danced in her kitchen Sang loud and bold When you are true self What a sight

Child

To an adult the step is very small But to a child it’s skyscraper tall Something new, exciting, delight A story to tell New talents ignite A game to play Day out at the park In their eyes excited spark Making new friends Paddling in the sea Time stops still, completely free Going back to

Down

Spiral spiral down you go There’s no stopping on a roll Plummet deeper, whirling down Colliding, snapping, breaking down Colours collide, scribble deep Harsh crashing waves at highest leap Under now has it gone to far? The door is still slightly ajar A beam of sun, daybreak, light Out of dark, feather flight From undergrowth