The sky above the spinney is pale blue before the night
Darkness becomes denser and the shadows form under the royal coloured sky
The sky turns into shades of lilac, pink and violet before disappearing into the darkness with the deepest of indigo
The whole place turns silent in the coming of the dark, like some stark memorial from events that happened years and years ago
This time of day is known as “twilight” it’s something that I try to see each night
It calls to me, deep from within my soul
Something deep and dark but right
I’ve had a lot on lately. No excuse I understand, but I have had a bad prolonged virus and tendonitis in at least four of my joints, particularly my knees and ankles. I was stuck in hospital for 4 hours on last Monday evening having X-rays. I hate leaving this blog neglected for as long as I do, so I have decided to write at least one poem a day especially for the blog and pre-post it on that little nifty thing called scheduled posting and I aim to have something posted on this site every three days at the very least.
Writing as a whole hasn’t been put on the side-lines; reading however, has been put on the side-lines, which is annoying as this virus came upon me during the time I had specifically ordered and paid for six particular books from the library (which would have been read within 10 days) and now they’re nearing their maxed out re-borrowing time of almost nine weeks. Seriously, to me, to read less than 3 books a week is a serious let down on my part, though to many people they would probably see it as no Biggy.
Anyway, this update is going to be short and sweet as it’s bordering on depressing my readers which is something I don’t wish to do. Next posts will be the 9 or so poems I wrote in bed during my sickest days.
I am trapped in a loveless world
When will my chains start to unfurl?
I feel though I’m here for eternity
Lost within a hapless sea
Smile at the judges
Do not make presumptions please
All stories differ
Nothing is more comforting than a hug
To help you shrug the bad feelings of the day away
Sometimes it is good to let others know, the way that you feel today
Up there in the far blue sky
Flying circles in the air
Oh what comfort they give to me
Their bad reputation, it does deceive
For they’re just birds that fly on by
Whether black or blue like the sky