How quick is a day?

You don’t remember me, do you?
Where do I fit into your unreliable memory?

Even if you wrote me down in your diary
What page am I on?

Which of your thousands of photographs recorded me?
You don’t know, do you?

Whiz whiz
How many left?

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Caught on the stairs again

Caught on the stairs again
Trapped in the watery stare

‘Morning Bill’

His dog looks up
With a woeful weeping glare

_______________

How the stairs have changed
Modernisation for another age

_______________

Caught on the stairs again
Trapped in the watery stare

‘Morning Harry’

My dog looks up
With a woeful weeping glare

Journey

I woke one morning and couldn’t get out of bed

Eventually I did, I went through the motions

 

The darkness was deep

I kept people at a distance

 

 

Am I still too close?

 

 

The sound of a child singing took my attention

The words weren’t clear but the melody was soothing

 

After a while, I realised the singing had stopped

The melody played

again

and

again

Veneer

Beautiful rain has been falling all night
The temperature is back to normal for this time of year
For days and nights snow had fallen and frozen
Paths were cleared and gritted
To be covered and recovered
A picturesque vista

This morning
I open the curtains
The snow and ice have gone
The street looks tired with potholes and puddles
A trail of grit marks a pathway to the primary school
Where cigarette buts crowd the entrance