NaPoWriMo#17

the honest trill
of a contented weiro.
a kookaburra's morning call
laughing in the sunshine.
crashing ocean on the sandy shore.
children's merriment
unbridled and so full of joy.
the opening notes of a
favourite or well loved song.
the breath taken away
at a concert alone, amongst thousands.
voices raised harmoniously.

NaPoWriMo#16

tumbling down
over and
over
warm in the
sun and the
sand
somehow
comforting
and safe
even with eyes
closed and
no idea
where is up
when i'll stop

NaPoWriMo#15

hopes
and dreams
can't always see
the light of day
sometimes
they need to be
buried
now and then
they've not grown
fast enough
or in time
to spread their wings
and fly to the stars
so they wither
return to ether

NaPoWriMo#14

The ache
is constant
my eyes
lose focus
the knot in my neck
continues to throb
nausea
rises
muscles ache
relief seems beyond reach.

NaPoWriMo#13

rain sounds on the roof
like a 4 year old
at her first tap lesson.
eases to a slow typist
on an old Hermes.
almost peters out.
then roars back to life
as a drum solo
of massive proportion.
it's only autumn,
what has winter to bring?

NaPoWriMo#12

auto-save
in case my life
fails or
becomes corrupted.
temp the files
as sometimes
I change my mind.
and some days
life could really use
a restore point.

NaPoWriMo#11

water falls gently
soaking all that lays beneath.
soon refreshing sleep