radio up so I could hear
the minutes silence.
(Haiku)
Weird weird weird weird weird,
weird weird weird weird weird weird weird
weird weird weird weird times.
Alone
For the two of them,
this was home.
They made a family here,
nerchered them and sent them out into the world.
She with her long black hair,
slim,
fit,
full of life.
He,
a handsome man,
with boyish looks and bright blue eyes.
...eyes that twinkled,
well they twinkled when he saw her!
Sat in front of the cold,
dead,
fireplace,
the spot where they ate,
shared,
laught and loved,
...she sits,
grey and alone.
There were horses.
A paddock in which they rode,
stables in which they were cared for,
long gone.
And the large garden,
once full of summer colour,
now lost to the weeds,
overgrown and beyond her abilities.
Staring through the once polished windows,
she is alone.
Alone with the crumbling memories,
in a crumbling house,
once there's.
Immobile,
but for a walking frame,
Isolated,
but for the local shop,
she is alone.
Alone,
...alone,
...alone.
Perfect Little World
"Now we mustn't let this nasty little virus get in the way of our perfect little world".
Our perfect little,
Leather seated,
4 by 4,
Sunday papers,
Two bottles of red,
Big bar of choccy,
Logs for the fire,
Blueberry and natural yoghurt,
little world.
...must we!?
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