A proper seaside holiday

What are your future travel plans?

It doesn’t have to be hot

It doesn’t have to be sandy.

I’d like there to be a pier

That is still working this year.

Maybe a promenade

Brass band playing a tango

Or Waltzers spinning and twirling

Horses galloping on the Carousel.

That would suit me very well..

Gulls stealing chips

Waves rolling in

My head in a spin

From the loud wind blowing…

And of course a stick of rock

Peppermint flavoured

The resorts name written

right through it.

Almost bedtime

The nights are getting longer

The days slightly shorter

It’s almost bedtime

But I’m hot

My heart aches, my mind too

So I’ll sit and watch TV a bit

No sensible thoughts in my mind

Just watching the nights decline

Into a slow dawn.

Maybe the sun will shine bright

In the morning after this night.

I don’t know

Time goes slow

When you’re alone

With the pain of loss.

Lots of things

What bothers you and why?

The world seems upside down inside out

I’m bothered by lots of things.. about

Broken tiles

Corrupt files

Parking woes

A split hose

Not enough bees

Leaves leaving trees

Too hot one day

Too cold the next day

Inconvenient thoughts

Complicated sports

Not enough food

Having a low mood.

They all bother me

I guess that’s how I see

The world

Unfurled.

Ten things

List 10 things you know to be absolutely certain.

I know that apples fall down off trees.

I know cats are devious creatures!

I know bats don’t always live in belfry.

I know cheese can be put in a curry.

I know time seems to move forwards.

I know there are no Elephants on Mars.

I know Wales is different to whales.

I know that salt does not taste like sugar.

I know I like to watch the sky at night.

I know I don’t know about a lot of things!

I wanted to create a list that wasn’t contentious, that could almost be a poem, that I didn’t have to type out my working out, and I hope people will find humerous.

Abstracted window

Peeled paint surrounds

Dusty window

Spiders webs sprawl

Across the glass.

White paint turns cream

In the decades of sunlight

That has fallen here

Your surface crumpled

Like old age skin.

Black moss like moles

Erupt into bloom

Liver spots of gloom.

Like an aging wine

Gone past your vintage

Turned to vinegar

Terminal decline?