Poetry

Lazy weekend

Computer distraction

Errands to run

Procrastination rules

Watch the minutes tick by

An few hours later

bemoaning the inability to motivate

Finish the game first

then feel guilty later.

The rays filtering through the window pane

look all rosy and warm.

The shine of the light welcomes the morning

as the kitchen starts to bustle.

Looking outside sees the fallen leaves

which are multicoloured spread across the ground.

Wait.

Is that?

It is.

Frost.

Fall has come and looks like it is leaving.

So much for a hoping for another mild autumn day.

Winter has just announced its arrival.

Lost wedding bands,

Engagement rings

or simply cubic zirconia’s.

Gold inlaid

Silver and platinum

or an alloy for the band.

Diamonds

Rubies or Sapphire’s

compete with the emerald for decorations.

I wonder whose ring this is?

I do not even remember where I found it.

All I know is it is not mine since it fits on none of my fingers.

It floats across my vision

heralding the apocalypse.

Does it matter which one?

One is enough.

Never have I seen it be so sublime.

Now I really want to hide under a blanket

yet I am compelled to watch its beauty unfold.

Forgive me for the despair

and laugh when I am proven right.

Be forgotten.

Be mine.

A tuxedo waits outside the door.

The yowling begins as the quarantined one notices the sentry.

He is unhappy with the state of affairs.

Both cats tell each other of their dislike for the one facing them.

All I can do is wonder if this new enemy has chased off the old one

or if the King will have to live with both of them

upsetting his claim to his outside domain.

Vegging on the couch watching a show.

Cuddling with the cats.

Playing a game with a friend.

Talking on the phone with family.

Relaxing in a bubbly bath.

Sipping a good cup of tea.

Realizing that you need to do one of these things

And then doing it.

Or more than one works as well.

Forgetting

Swallowing

Throwing

Crying

Yelling

Sleeping

Panicking

Forgetting

Movies I want to watch

but I’m scared of horror films!

I like thrillers that play with the mind

but even then I get scared.

Being scared usually ends up in nightmares.

How do people live with being scared

and not being scared of their nightmares?

I guess

I will

never

know

because

my nightmares

keep me up at night!

That time of year.

Family getting together

for a celebration of thanks.

Watching your breath as it hits the cold air.

Kids are being schooled

and our lives are turning to indoor activities.

Yet we find ourselves walking the great outdoors.

The wind that whistles and blows the leaves around

make you feel like a kid again.

Fresh air.

It is a blessing.

Honest answers.

trouble in solving problems.

Where can help be found?

What is the next step?

Focus lost.

Apologies and desperate attempt

to avoid the tears.

Crying won’t help.

But maybe it’ll help let go some of the stress.

Until the next conversation.