Of Time and Days - Poems
Today
To sleep, to dream, to wake,
to breathe, to speak, your thirst to slake,
when moments of time steal away the morning hour,
you hurry and worry your day to begin,
before the light of the sun comes to greet you with its golden glow,
coffees fine aroma, it starts your day,
as the streets hum with early traffic,
a new day dawns in its usual way.
To see, to be, to walk through open daylight,
shops already open,
streets quieter after the morning pilgrimage to work,
the post perused, some left lying for later,
a few phone calls,
work - and time flies by.
To keep, to speak, to muse,
the day moves along,
at this time, in this place.
Doves in the trees without leaves,
now and then fly off somewhere,
to seek out some worms in the earth perhaps,
one lands on a roof and chases another.
Follow that bird, see where she goes,
the dove of peace,
looks to the skies she knows so well,
flying freely over rooftops and trees…
People in parks, shops, malls
and everywhere else,
move about,
slow, fast, frenzied.
Some in queues,
others in coffee shops and eateries,
a little wait, a tasty treat,
seeking companionship, completing tasks,
living life
having only
today, really.
When It Rains
I like it when it rains
it’s cool misty outside
rain keeps falling
fast rushing thud-on-earth sounds
sometimes soft pattering mild
while puddles pool
in places
Can drink something warm
gaze at white-grey skies
with searching, curious eyes
the rain it starts and stops and starts again
how strange this sight of water
falling from above
where dark clouds roam
Conducive to cosy sleep
when it falls
with its comforting, lulling effect
can dream of things forgotten
of time eternal
Wake in the morning
all green and fresh outside
after the rain -
the world seems softer.
Time I Have
A little more distance to cover
I seek a place to rest
on a bench
look out at the blue waters
no whales or dolphins in sight
thoughts I have
they’re always with me
except when I sleep
Conscious of people strolling past
in the distance
a whole bunch of schoolkids frolicking
in the waters
don’t know what the occasion is
a man asked them when I passed by
but I didn’t catch their reply
Getting over the flu
I’m tired already
sit for a bit
it’s so warm too
not like yesterday
which was cold
I look out at the blue
It’s almost always the same
time I have though
nothing big to see to today
Looked for people I might know
on the way
none, that’s okay
it’s too early for the guy
asking for funds for the deaf
to be here
I gave him something last time
he’s probably collecting enough for a drink
don’t know if he’s legitimate
he’s cheerful at least
I start back
get a second wind
to propel me along
to where the car is parked
a man plays his guitar and sings
a polystyrene cup in front of him
for coins and notes
he’s good
sometime I must sit and listen
for a while
give him something
it’s his bread and butter
Time I have today
It’s slowed down
but I must go home
the word processor
wants me
I think
to tap out a few words…
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