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Poem 1041 – The End

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At last the day is done!
But won? I don’t know, it’s seemed
A death by a thousand niggles.
The start that set the tone?
Ambushed by traffic lights!
A fight to get things done,
Last minute calls then some…
Who parked that Volvo there!
Beware if I find out…
I doubt you understand
But I could SHOUT!
And yet apocalyptic
Fun and food and traitors
Cap the day. I won.

It’s been one of the days until the end.
(22.10.26)

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Photo by Samuel Regan-Asante on Unsplash

Poem 1025 – Harvest Hills

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Man-made mountain range
Tectonic plates surge upwards
Gratitude ridges

Another busy day with the foodbank, not just arranging parcels, but receiving so much food from our generous Borough. I don’t think I can lift another crate today, I’m totally exhausted but so grateful.
(06.10.26)

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Poem 1010 – A Sonnet to Time Management

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Today’s a day that’s dedicated to
A list of tasks that I must undertake,
Completing them before the day is through,
Whilst not missing any out by mistake.
I’ve drawn up lists with boxes to be ticked
And diarised my tasks with coloured code,
Been ruthless with my focus – that’s the trick,
Or so by online gurus I’ve been told
It doesn’t matter how fast that they’re ticked,
There’s always more approaching from behind,
Relentless ranks of jobs come marching briskly,
With urgency and importance intertwined.
But thankfully this is not who I am,
It’s character not tasks that makes a man.

Thought I’d write a sonnet today and this is what tumbled out.
(21.09.26)

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Photo by GABRIEL CARVALHO on Unsplash

Poem 1009 – The Evening Commute

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As predictable as ever,
The evening commute begins,
The vaguest hint of hum.

At first a sole outrider,
Quick to leave the office,
Keen to miss the queue.

The sound of a distant thrum,
Becomes an urgent flutter,
A squabbling squall of sound,
A churning flying mass,
A kaleidoscope of grey,
Remorselessly pushing forwards,
A riotous raucous throng.

As quickly as it started
The thundering flock have gone,
Until tomorrow comes.

Just as the light started to dip, the evening murmuration flew over as the starlings returned to Lee Valley for the night, echoing the human commuters who similarly travel in and out on a daily basis.
(20.09.26)

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Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash