tarmac so smooth
your tyres sing

Cafe 3
long walk
sore feet
good to walk
good to rest
Look around
See Cafe
look in window
look at menu
Sticky table
Busy place
to much noise
to much heat
Cold drink
Food coming
Hope its good
Hope its filling
Cafe 4
The place is nice
The food is good
The coffee tastes just right
In an empty place
With empty chairs
As silence swirls around
A ghostly place
A place that waits
A place with no one in
Its a great shame
for wonderful staff
whos customers have gone
The place is nice
The place is silent
It soon may be no more
Two short poems on cafes
Cafe 1
The babble of voices
stories being exchanged
The hum of cafe life
its almost feeling normal
For now that is
Cafe 2
Quiet music in front
amateur critics to the right
football pundits to the left
all cafe life is here
Someone just came in
sitting behind me
what subject will they pick
to enrich the cafes buzz
As we are almost at the end of the year its time to look back. I intend to put up an post for each month of the year in the next few weeks. They will be mostly photos unless I can think of something to write as in this case.
January the start of the year and part of a very long wet winter. Global warming means even more rain than we normally get here apparently. It also means that we wont be seeing traditional cold frosty and snowy winters as much. This January also had giants roaming through the streets.
Lament for lost winters
The dull weight of the clouds crushing me down on a dark winters day
No wonderful blue/grey light or sparkling clear skies
No frost shiny pavements or twigs cloaked in a coat of white
No twinkling night skies with their carpet of stars
Just rain threatening clouds
hiding the light
crushing the day under their smothering weight
never appearing
nor disappearing
but passing
It slips past without a whisper
Each moment a moment gone
Memories, memories fade
In the twilight
A light may flicker
But in the blink of an eye
You will be gone
And time will slip past
to find another
I think this is from around 2010
plans
to start
the next pandemic
I saw
children
playing
with a
long equation
I said
careful
with those
unknown
variables
What was that feeling in his belly
walking past the old place of work
seeing people do what he used to do?
He paused momentarily
to take in the familiar scene
then hurried on towards the bus stop.
Sitting on the bus
he felt a cold draft.
He didn’t move to another seat.