KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
World on Repeat
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
B r e a t h e
Stop
Collect
And
Repeat
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
B r e a t h e
The world
repeats
In fin ite ly
Parting Ways
The desk is overflowing
The drawers are long stuck closed
The roll top is a holder
For horders to behold.
Alas the end is coming
That paperwork must die
Sent to the cross cut shreder
Then to the compost bin to lie.
Sadness settles in
The day is cool
Jumpers warm
I cannot afford the heater
The night grows tired
As do I
Yet I cannot afford a dinner
The bank balance is on empty
Seven days til I get paid
Not enough money to pay the bills
I said I would never have regrets
Years of money squandered
A deep sadness settles in
The power of a Parent
The power of a parent
To build them up or knock them down
The power of a parent
To create happy human beings
The power of a parent
Is sometimes highly in doubt
But the parent has lots of power
Of that there is no doubt
A parent who follows up
When that teacher rings home for bad
Has just made a difference
Positive and well accepted
A parent who does nothing
After the same phone call
Tells the student – “I do not care
About you much at all”
I thank my deity every day
My parents had good power
And used it in many different ways.
A War you don’t want to win
You are dead to the world
No one sees you
And those who know you
Don’t seem to care.
You fight the world
At every turn
It doesn’t care
One child,
Lost.
Battling living
A war you fight
But you don’t want to win
Just stop and let someone help you
Just stop and let someone in.
But you know
You have known for years
That letting some one in
Hurts you more in the end.
The victory of the Legs
I am a haphazard creature
I exercise some days;
Some days a walk
Some days an almost jog
Some days hiding out at home – pretending weights
This day I amble along quite rapidly
A bit faster than my normal speed.
Hill Number 1 is done quite well
Three more of the buggers to go
‘Have a jog’ my brain suggests
All the other parts concur
I huff and puff and pant away
My back it is complaining
My feet are thudding – it can’t be good
The knees are the only ones happy with the jog.
‘That worked well’ – I say to them, trying to inspire them
‘Let’s go again – I’m feeling fine.’
Still puffing up Number 2
‘Such a liar’ my brain replies.
As we reach the top.
My brain – it can’t tell me what to do so
I huff and puff and pant away – down the other side
My back it is a aching
My feet are thudding – it can’t be good
But my knees are not yet complaining
Then to my complete surprise
My legs start moving faster
‘Stretch it out’ they seem to yell to me
My lungs start arguing with thee
‘You stupid legs, we can’t keep up, we’re stopping now’
‘Oh no you’re not!’
The legs win for a few more meters
The distance flies beneath me
Then the lungs win out and take me back
The momentum stops.
As do I.
I am now somewhere far away
From the top of Hill Number 2
And my brain is secretly quite pleased
With my legs little victory.
The silent child
He sits in the middle
And doesn’t say a word
A shrug – his answer to every question.
He sits in the middle
And hides from the world
Slumped shoulders – not wishing to be seen.
He sits in the middle
No life signs from this one
Just let him go – no one wishes to to know.
He is the silent child
Flying so far under the radar
Do not see him – his eyes beg today.
In a rickety old chair
This photo draws me in
It is not one of beauty
A woman sits contemplating
Maybe she is just exhausted
Or maybe she seeks to hide
In the mist on her Indian hill side
The mist hints of beauties
I cannot yet hope to explore
Of hidden towns and creatures
Of treasures yet to find
Yet the woman sits contemplating
In a rickety old chair
And the foreground of dirt
Makes me think of plain old life
There is no richness of money
There is no perfection here
There is just a woman
Dirt, grass and mist
In a rickety old chair
Thanks to Sarah Coultis for the photo – I really do love this photo 🙂
The thing with Tarot
You see the thing with Tarot
Is you always have to ask
The right question
Or you’ll get
The wrong answer
Tarot is a clever spirit
She does not like the flippant
She will not tell you the winner
Of any reality TV show
Tarot is deep and meaningful
She really does like the serious
So when you ask something important
She’ll answer with what you need to hear.
For those of you who are interested – a great Tarot reader is Liz of Intuitive Insight. She really does very good readings.
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