Tuesday, December 31, 2019

1208 - Idle Thoughts II

Dead to the World

The ambulance came.
People.  Noise.  Anxiety.
Someone slept through it.

Year's End.

The year has ended—
The arbitrary passing of time,
Marked by a rocket.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery

Monday, December 30, 2019

1207 - Not Fahrenheit

Not Fahrenheit.

Forty four degrees—
The promised temperature.
I hope that is all.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery

Sunday, December 29, 2019

1206 Idle thoughts I

A Dog's View

Live life like a dog —
Everything is worth a sniff,
Often a couple.

Practice gratitude;
Even for things unpleasant—
They could have been worse.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery

Sunday, December 15, 2019

1205 - Alone


The noise of the sea is a constant,
The wind just comes and goes;
The spray comes off the wave tops,
The sand runs through the toes.

A chance to think
And hone,
To stop the headlong
Forward pace;
To recognise
That life is not a sprint,
And really not a race.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery