Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday, 29 April 2012
Times for Love
Mondays for Jim
Payment and pleasure
Tuesdays for Sarah
Enable to grow
Wednesdays for Emily
Pain to extract
Thursdays for Tracy
Teach to talk
Fridays for Terry
For youth you reach out
Saturdays for Joseph
Play without pressure
Sundays for Wendy
Shops, plans to cope
Mondays for essays
Assignments undone
Tuesdays for social policy
The disenfranchised few
Wednesdays for bonds
Groups reach for you
Thursdays for lectures
Notes, names to mistake
Fridays, free time
Begins today
Saturdays remembered
Those times you spoke
Sunday’s one pleasure
Love your bloke
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here