Smell of mown lawn stirs memories. Alas it's not my lawn being cut
I've just seen myself, twenty years on and I liked what I saw. Nice hat!
Wait, wait, wait. Waiting for that familiar face. A special welcome home
Rest in peace Mum. How many souls rest here with you; never forgotten
I'm getting older. A public toilet is an opportunity.
Cigarettes, coffee chocolate. Every food group addressed! Sorted!
Computers. "I See you are busy right now so I'll do a restart"
Islamaphobic. A twisted manafesto. No match for mans love
I opened my coat, and was pushed on by the wind! Childish behaviour.
A winter gale - the sort that will make your nose run ...chases down the street
Without the light there would be no dark. Observe, the sun casts a shadow!
The darkness contrasts the light. Working weeks contrast the restful weekends.
Some days I can't see the sun through the thick black cloak which envelopes me
Poetry is verse, crafted from your soul, and sent to someone else's
Sleep? I can do that with my eyes closed! (I can do it with them open!)
"I would not wish that upon my worst enemy!" - he being myself
Rest, a spot of lunch rugby, coffee ...we are in our 50's you know!
It was cold and still. I could feel the approaching raindrops on my lips
To listen; but not understand isn't the same as not hearing at all
Quoting Shakespeare to some people is like buying a cow a bicycle
