The day is once again done
The night is quietening down
The TV’s are shut off for the night
Phone calls are all completed
People have migrated back home
After sports training and the gym is finished
Dinner prep is long since over
Dishes washed and benchs wiped
Lights are starting to twinkle out
And eye lids close to shut out light.
Brainwaves slowly slowing down
Welcome darkness does descend
To end once more, when it is bright
The day to start again.
Death slides in and out of shadows
Sometimes changing pace
A quick demise
A long slow dive
The end result the same.
Death slides in and out of lifetimes
Sometimes reaching in
You there
It’s your time to go
You,
Get your miracle.
Death slides in and out
Tickling here and there
Death slides
Takes a hand
Does not let it go again.
I work full time
As a teacher
The day is rarely done at 3
I then get home
And get the dinner
Feed the dog
And finally get to w..
After I chase the kids to bed
It’s time to log onto uni
On line lecture done by 9
It’s now time for me.
I do the washing
I read a book
I spend a moment writing
Um….
That’s how I’d like my me time to be.
I turn out the light
And shut the eyelids
To wake and start again at 3.
I toss and turn
I’ve work to do
Marking maths
And writing too
I’ve got an assignment
That’s almost due
I feel like I’ve nothing
Else to do.
I toss and turn and finally give in
Plug in my computer
And the day begins
Read those articles
Found one exhausted night
Write my analysis
Everything is finally going right
Four hours later
It’s 7am
Editted and culled
My assignment is done
Now the day can begin 🙂
Days come
Days go
Days stay the same
Work
Study
Repeat
Work
Study
Repeat
Perhaps I should have considered
The implications of my latest grand plan
Sure I can study each evening
2 hours no probs peeps.
ummm……
Turns out I can do
Just what I said
And still have time for some crafting
But my brain is so fried
By lights out each night
That I miss my nightly day dreaming.
Day dreaming works great
When the mind has time to wander
Not so when there is no time to go.
Oh well, I will simply
Keep plugging away
And the ideas will return
One winter’s day
When the study is done
And the Masters hangs proudly
Upon a wall in a future time.
The music goes round my head
Michael Jackson
Billy Gene
A little bit of Bill Collins thrown in
Sweet child of mine
Living on a Prayer
Come on Eileen
Beat it
Girls just want ta have fun
Burning down the house
“Do you really want to hurt me
Jack & Diane?”
“You Got it”
Wild thing
Walking on Sunshine
Walk like an Egyptian
Down Under
80s Rock
Rocks the house
The music goes round my head
Invasive and pervasive
Bopping away
Grin on my face
Jump, go ahead and jump
Into study now I go.
I signed up all excited
Higher education beckoned
But now I’m feeling somewhat mitred
My wings are clipped
I am not soaring
My shoulders bowed and head is dipping
Immersed in writing
and in referencing.
I do not care just where periods go
Does it really matter if I misplace a comma too
In the reference list so long and dreary
It’s Saturday night, the footy’s on
And I am editing and will be for so long.
The week already feels
About 10 days long
I’ve phoned, I’ve visited
I’ve taught some classes
I searched some bags
And hunted in bushes
I’ve pushed and pulled
And been creative
I’ve met and discussed
And comforted
I’ve complimented
And greeted with grins
Rendered first aid
Planned and prepped
Issued multiple detentions
I’ve run a club
And cleanned up as well
I’ve done two hours of study
I’ve issued stern warnings
And outlined the benefits of praise
I’ve roared and thanked
And comisserated
It’s been such a long week already
Weary eyes ready for bed
I checked the day
Surpised
It’s still Monday!
A child cries out for love
In different ways
They smile
They laugh
They chuckle
They rest a sad, tear stained face upon
A caring nearyby adult.
The lucky child
Sees all theses things
And knows what comfort a hug brings
They know the right way to call out
A cry for help is answers,
A not quite so lucky child
Might end up
Under Government protection
But there are still more lonesome souls
Deprived of love or even attention
These children do not fall through cracks
They are not even noticable on the sidewalk
These children might have some food and a bed
But not the slightest bit of attention.
How does a child go unnoticed
In a house filled with others.
How does a child go unnoticed
A week long lost and homeless
Fog shrouds the low lying ground,
Clouds unsuccessfully hide the sun,
Brilliant red gold lining, hints at the day just begun.
My nose feels like an ice brick
My fingers seem to creak
My toes could freeze a lunatic
It’s feeling a mite bit cold here
The heat just seems to leak
Straight out through the timber floorboards
To the breeze blowing beneath
My house is built for summer
Large windows open wide
And the crawl space under the floorboards
Is big enough in which to hide
The walls are made of timber
Thin skinned and clad throughout
So on a cold and breezy winter’s night
It’s time to just plain shiver
I’m feeling a mite bit cold here
In this 12 degree C weather 🙂
I’ve started back at uni
A masters to complete
I could be rather busy
Course deadlines now to meet
This means I won’t be writing
Quite as much as up to now.
