from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
The first post of 2021.
I
The hour past
The bells chimed
One year confined to the history books
One year to look forward to
II
Late Nights
Laced with wine, food, drinking and song
Leads to a long nap under the duvet
Lying in on the downward strait to twelth night
III
Promises made – Resolutions
in changing and interesting times
enjoying a feast at the first day of the year, while
some prepare, to head out for bargains
#freedomofexpression #Dream
Dreams – they form your life’s ambition
Resting as you do on your quilts position
Even as the darkness falls
A wonderous formation of thought does call
Maybe your dreams may all come true
Some require effort – that’s down to you
#sounds #acrostic
Sunday evening, is a whole lot quieter than Sunday morning
Outside, the rumble of traffic is down to a minimum
Unless it’s a plane or a train you want to catch
Navigating those roads should be a breeze
Double glazing muffles any noises, and the wildlife are
Sleeping in their beds soundly, keeping warm
Woken up by waterworks
On the mark of quarter to five
Kept awake by the familiar sound of
Excited cats finding food on the
Night prowl
Unless my head hits the
Pillow soon, i won’t be good to anyone
As pins and needles bite my feet
Golden slumbers seem far away
Aching bones rest on a thousand pocket springs
In a vain attempt I’ll sleep through the rest of
Night time
Friday 15th December 2017
Adventure can be
seen anywhere in the house by little
children, as they
elevate themselves one foot at a time to
nightime stories and
delightful dreams under the watch of their teddy bears
It begins quietly enough
the sound of birds waking from their nests
and perching themselves on the sculpted columns of buildings
the sound sweetly moves past the windows
joined by a wail of a cat and a dog
arguing over the stray beefburger
dropped the night before
the rumble of tyres – joined by their horns
as products make way from a to b
kids on the march from home to school
noise from records in an aim to look cool
the birds fly away – soon to return
and you have to get up – as your ears start to burn
Lying on my back with nothing but the Sandman to keep me company,
and now I’m wide awake.
Insomnia is not exactly a pain in the behind … more a pain in the back.
Having tried to go back to sleep, I’ve been observing the noises around me. Normally, I’d be ignoring them, but for some strange reason my hearings honing in to every single noise around. It’s like my head has turned into a listening station for GCHQ, and right now it’s picking up everything.
The passing of early morning traffic going back and forth up and down the nearby Trafford road. The sound of early morning activity, taking place beyond the door…the clunk of a seatbelt in a delivery drivers cab, the whirring of an engine trying to beat the cold of a February morning.
The sound of the set top box updating its hard disk…better than any alarm clock. Updates at a certain time every Friday morning and is always on time. Why it’s got to be quarter past four…you’ll have to ask the broadcasters.
And then there’s my feathered friends…the birds of Salford quays, flying over the rooftops on their way to the canal basins
And the funny thing ? I’ve no place to go today! 😀 so there’s no need to be rushing about in a hurry. Unless somebody phones my day is my own.
So despite the interruption to my sleep, I’ll be counting heffalumps upon returning to bed…
The one day I can happily lie in…and I’m wide awake.
You couldn’t make it up could you ? 😀
