FIRST CUP OF TEA

one more mash of the bag

one more splash as I stir

there's no dash, there's no red flag,

this brew can't deter.

TIME AND TRUTH

Time appears to fly

by faster and faster means

it doesn't really try

or so it really seems

from turbo-propped youth

to rocket-ship thunder

we're steered towards truth

and infinite wonder.

WHEN DREAMS GO WRONG

Last night I was dreaming of woodwork

That dream has now left me in dread

I'm stuck and I feel like a right berk

Stark naked in my neighbours shed.

BIT PART PLAYERS

A motorbike can be heard playing the Doppler Effects greatest hit. I wonder where they're going; this person who has no idea they are being written about, no idea they're a bit player in my life, albeit for a few brief seconds?

I wonder whose lives we'll play bit parts in today? 

PANTING

Summer is finally here. Days layered with warmth, unfolded by the dawn like a picnic blanket on a meadow. Where the breeze has to merely tickle the trees to make them laugh. Where pinballs of light bounce off open bedroom windows, which themselves resemble a panting dog's tongue.

TIMPANI

First cup of tea: the tinkling timpani of teaspoons across the nation - our very own kettle drums.

CHORUS LINE

Sunday slowly heaves into view. There's a stillness to sunrise. The early morning checks itself to make sure all was brought safely across from the night. Then it starts. A euphony of birds singing songs of gratitude, but it's far too early for me to be joining a chorus line!

THE SULKING CHILD

It's rather overcast in Shoetown this morning. The uniform cloud promises no rain. I've checked. So there they float, much like a sulking child who can't get its own way, destined to break into a smile once the sun peers through to offer them a treat.

A HAIKU OF CREATIVITY

Listen closely to

Imagination's white-noise 

Creativity.

A CROSS ANT ON A CROISSANT

A cross ant eats a croissant crumb,

not sure what's made him cross.

If now he has to crumbs, succumbed,

I'd like to think he's not!