I come home feeling satisfied,
A week of work is done.
Students are educated
My mind is feeling sated,
Tired and exhausted
Yet I enter the house feeling cautious
Has the kitchen been cleaned
Has the washing been done
Will I have to spend two hours
Cleaning my house, not for fun.
The other Friday morning
I got up bleary eyed and early
And washing I did get started
The dining room completed
And the kitchen sparkled.
I did not quite enjoy it then
But when I hit the doorway
That Friday afternoon
I remembered my hard labour
And enjoyed my Friday afternoon.
We are a family of kayakers
Or yakers if you are in the know
And one of our favourite activities
Is to get into the yaks and go
Now I am sure this sounds quite restful
As it really really should be
We are not that great at fishing
The fish are safe from me.
What rubbish we take in
We take out and normally extra
My issue with yaking
Is not the quiet river
Nor the early mornings
Or the gentle breeze that causes shivers
It’s the constant sound of children
Calling on help from thee
Because they got their fishing line
Stuck up in a tree 🙂
Winter sun comes streaming in
Windows block the vicious wind.
Winter sun warms my soul
Blue skies, an inverted bowl.
Days warm up to mid twenties
Nights are cold, it’s time for jammies.
I love this season, winter warmed
Garden dormant, plants waiting formed.
Spring will burst and with it heat
Wishing I had my winter cold feat.
A wander up the beach one day
Releaved a lonely scene
A partly eroded shell
Upon the beach for all to see.
Is this shell lonely?
Or is it happily,
Having some alone time
Content to simply be?
Life should be immortal for all
For how do we fit all those things
That we want to do
Trips we want to take
And live our life to be better
I’m busy night and day
Five days of the long working week
I teach, plan, mark co-ordinate
Ring parents, visit students
and ocasionally get to grade.
I walk steps on the counter
That number close to 10 000
I cart packs and smile
Greeting each child
Then comes the weekend
And it’s slowed down pace
With it settles an unsettled feeling
So long I’ve been busy
That in this quiet morning retrieve
I have time to ponder, to rest and reflect
And that is not always for the best
Is my path right?
Which way should I go?
Should the path run straight forward,
Or should I plunge down the temptation of a side road?
Take a jump off the cliff face and see where I fall?
Weekends allow time for doubt to creep in
Questions to pose with no answers that come
Along comes the week days
And I am back to my fun.
My aunt, she is a gardener
Her green fingers are extraordinary
She gave me this dreary plant
Long leafed and quite ordinary
There was nothing that exciting
About the lanky plant in basket
Until I opened up the door one day
And my mind was blown completely away
This brilliant flower graced my view.
Several hanging baskets later
My aunt’s green thumb has not dissipated
Heaps of differently beautiful flowers
Now exist in my hanging baskets.
“Have you hugged your child today?”
A billboard sign was posted.
My mother took that board to heart
A family line was toasted.
Each day, each morning, each afternoon
A hug was freely given.
Now my day does not start true
Until I hug my children.
249 or so
Poems I have self published
I no longer use the daily prompts
My mornings are too busy
So now I find a block of time
And tap away at the keyboard.
Dreary days work the best
For poetry to flow from fingers.
But now after a day of scheduling
A few weeks more worth of posts
My ideas are drained and slowing down
I have no more to write of
Hopefully this last batch will do
Until the next sunless day arrives.
But given that it’s winter time,
In warm and sunny Brisbane,
The cloudy days are going to be few
So I guess I will just have to do some sunshine writing.
Hopefully more ideas will come
In the next week or two.
I did it
What for me is an amazing thing
I’ve taken the plunge
I’ve submitted a blog
For publishment and payment
Now the wait has begun
In this world of the instant
I will be forced to wait
Success I will be told of
Oh boy oh boy oh boy
It really is unbelievable
Everyone is going well
No broken bones to speak of
The house is reasonably tidy
The washing is almost done
The dinner has been planned and prepped
The afternoon is rolling on.
“Hey Mum,” I hear the call
In concerned yet confusing tones
“Oh crap” I wispher now as a child interupts me
“Is this tooth like thing a bone?”
“I was chewing on my lunch right now,
And out pops this hard round thing”
“Did you have a loose tooth” I ask.
“Nope, I think my mouth is bleeding.”
“Oh crap it’s the weekend afternoon
No dentist to be found”
Trying too hard Hanging on too tight Won’t save you the heartache The pain at midnight. She’ll walk out regardless It’s not about you She has places to go She has things to do. The longing, the craving Get ahold of yourself Stop being so needy Take care of yourself. Whining and sulking Makes you […]
This is a thought provoking poem for people out there. For me it speaks of acheivements, pathways and self awareness journeys. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Thanks Patty for allowing me to share.