Poetry – C & K

No Sleep

In the wee small hours
Thoughts race, unable to sleep
No longer employed

watching the leaves dance
fluttering butterfly wings
arms raised in the sun
people pass me, the oddball
fate baked me differently

Quiet at the Dining Table.
Haphazardly placed chairs,
sitting without a purpose.

All the efforts feel distant.
Unnaturally, I am at peace
with this foreseen ending.

The cats do not scold me.
Sorrowful ending ordained
by my kindly ancestors.

Sweet love in coffee sips.
Another chapter will meet
me as I step with courage.

Walking the Streets of Melbourne town.
The nanny trolley proudly wheels behind you,
so that you can transport the essentials.

Wallet, Perfume, cosmetics (just in case),
umbrella, poncho, slippers, hand sanitiser,
a selection of snacks, and a mobile phone.

People think you are daft.
Strangers look at your sweet wheely transport,
until unexpected rain arrives.

The summer sun shines
singing of the joy to come
within the new year

Happy New Year to all who support my blog in any way.
Thank you. Let us hope 2026 brings joy that seemed lost in 2025.

The trees whizz by us
as we travel along the
cold endless train tracks

We are passengers
on a journey within a
flying metal tin

The way we wonder
at the foreign scenery
yet, long to be home