Floral display
Back yard play
Never forget
Flowers are the best
To give me rest
To lift my mood
When the day is done.
To smell sweet scents
And heady airs.
Glorious colours
Melding together
Brightening my day.
Giving me calm.
Tag: Rest
Cats
One is excited
Running around,
the other, up
on the cupboard,
paws stretched.
Oh to be a cat,
relax when you want,
sleep, chase.
Rest, sleep again.
Eat, feast, taste, drink,
sleep….
stretch, yawn, play…
adventures in dreams.
Half of beer.
Just to sit
at a table,
half of beer,
in my hand,
a quiet river,
flowing by.
A dream of freedom,
no distractions,
quiet and relaxing
time to rest.
No stress no worries,
just a dream,
the world passing
slowly leaving
me behind.
Tomorrow is another day
I will wait for the sun to rise and try and think of tomorrow as a new day, a different day.
I’m thinking about what I need to do, trying not to prevaricate, not to stick my head in the sand. In this time of lockdown it’s almost too easy to turn and face the wall and not let the world invade. So I shall sleep and try not to wake too early.
I hope that everyone out there in the big world is OK. Safe, as happy as they can be. Look after yourselves.
X
Tired
The door is shut
The night is here
I wish my mind could rest.
Tired and tense
Jaw clenched.
Can’t wait till dawn,
To sleep tonight,
To relax and chill
What I would give
For no thrill.
No disturbed thoughts,
No worries.
Just
Sleep…
Bee on a chair.
A resting bee
happy to have a seat
luckily I didn’t sit
on it!
Beautiful bee then flew off
onto a bush
of flowers to sip
nectar and dew
and pollen too…
Headache
Jarring and jazzing,
my eyes ache and spark,
my neck aches and creaks.
Sore eyes,
tight band round my head,
travelling down to my shoulders.
Sleep won’t come easy,
the stress holds me tight,
I need to rest, I need sleep.
Early to bed, early to rise,
in the middle of the night,
then unable to rest,
Headache.
What?
What did I hear?
What did you say?
So many rumours fly this way..
What someone thought
What myth revealed?
What does this days news report ?
Breaking stories,
The fakes are out
Telling us all in loud shout.
The world is ending
Or soon will fall,
Is there nothing
To do at all?
Step back,
Breathe deeply
Take a break,
Switch off your phone,
Some news IS fake.
Instead you should
Go rest and sleep.
Maybe tomorrow
Sense will seep
Into your mind
Into your dreams
“Hope springs eternal”
It now seems.
X
My day ran out
Night came out and I didn’t notice, busy doing things, running out of time. Moon and stars are up and shifting sideways, sliding like quick silver across the sky. Two minutes to midnight, almost bedtime. Maybe I’ll sleep tonight. Its January but its too warm. Finding it hard to sleep without throwing the bedding off me. When I’m feeling like this I don’t want the heating on.
Still it’s good to rest. Wake up before dawn. Sleep might come. Day is done.
Yesterday was a nothing day
Like an empty room, not needing tidying. A day that passed quickly, where I let time flow.
Why? I was painting, finishing, working, trying to complete art. Time passed in an empty way, flowed from the top of a waterfall to the base, in mid air, then crashing into the reality of getting something done, finished.
But then I went and did choir practice after I’d painted, so no time to come here. The day was asking fast then… After dark, but after choir, shopping, after shopping, cooking and eating.
The day flew past, then a gentle sleep….
I looked up and it was after midnight. The only things posted here were the day before. My days published statistic was about 157 days continuous publishing. I think it will be back to zero…. Ho hum…. But a day off the computer, a real bonus…
Mallaband-Brown 