I cannot stand the ticking clock,
I would rather all the ticking clocks
Cease and desist.
Though I will not catch time,
That vagrant rascal.
The sun has a warm smile, the wind is a cheerful song,
We’re in a stream of people, leisurely flowing along.
This world is bouncing, I’m sure. It’s hurling through space,
This caterpillar will turn into a butterfly, and give chase.
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My mum was struck by lightning but I was never scared of storms,
Although everybody seems to love the breeze that summer warms.
I always had a dream, that I would learn to fly,
With thunder above my shoulder and lightning in the sky.
I beg the storm to take me up into the gold and grey,
The wind sings to me so sweetly, till I start to turn away.
I shall walk home through the olive groves and weep, for I’m down here,
While above thunder and lightning dance, there’s not a chance that they can hear.
Fun fact: my mum really was struck by lightning! Indirectly of course, which is why she survived, with a pretty cool story!
Also, summer or winter? In this poem I seem to be leaning towards winter but in actuality I love summer best. Which are you?
Keeping the car in a straight line is good,
Don’t want to go to work, but I should.
Will there be biscuits in the shared tin?
No. And so the work day decides to begin.
This isn’t a thoroughly dismal day though,
The cool sun is smiling in a way that I know.
Catch me window hopping, trying to catch,
Each sunny vista, each sunny patch.
In the end it wasn’t hard as it could be,
I scraped it all in, and I’m going home free.
The road dips, curving itself happily,
Along the grassy spaces and past the galaxy.
Spasmodic drops of rain delight the kookaburras mood,
Their laughter wakes the earth sodden and subdued.
A raindrop for a question, another pounding ‘why?’,
Softly when it’s pestering, a small wind for a sigh.
From deep and murky stars, rain falls like confetti,
Like a long line of laughing questions running down to the sea.