Monthly Archives: July 2023

Friday Poem #339: Making it up.

Making it up

If there is a plan for this life
Then I'm not party to it.
There's fog on my path
I can't see my way through it.
I didn't get the memo
So try to do the best I can
With no long term strategy
Just a real short-term plan.
I save what I'm able
For rainy days up ahead
But find this existence
Is reactive instead.
So I'm here, in the now
Just doing what I know
Taking each day as I find it
And making it up as I go.

Friday Poem #338: Late (Again)

Late (Again)

The sun dazzled my eyes
As I drove, as if in a dream.
I looked, but did not see.
And when I'd parked, I continued
In my slumber-like state
Around the supermarket
Choosing foodstuffs, cleaning products
Or secretly judging other shoppers
Almost on autopilot.

Far removed from reality,
I drove home, parked again
And carried the shopping in to my home.
My alarm clock of realisation
Only went off when I was almost finished putting my groceries away.
"Oh shit! It's Friday! I haven't written my poem!" Was quickly followed by
"Oh shit - I've dropped the eggs!"

One survived. 

No omelette for me.

Friday Poem #337: Appetite.

Appetite.

I’m not the man I used to be;
Time may have got the best of me.
Don’t get me wrong, the spirit’s willing
But this body now takes much less filling.
Pizza, chocolate, candy, beer
All of these are welcome here
Blissful munching in front of telly
Short-lived through eyes bigger than my belly.
Alas I face a simple truth:
I can’t eat as much as in my youth
And while I know there’s no use trying
I never think this when I’m buying.
Moderation is not a word I speak
Yes, my appetite is weak
But I will not waste that which I forage
Thanks to man’s greatest invention:
Food storage.