A poem a day catch up

22/01/14

The day yawns ahead of me

Filled with marketing and planning speak

Customer journeys and brand refresh

Road maps, channels

And treasure chest champions (?)

I sit by the window

So I can look at the sky

The canal's bright barges

And hear the ducks.

Drafting poetry when I should be listening

Thinking of the summer when I was last in this room

Day dreaming of being younger

Drinking white wine with the sun on my back

Long hair glittering gold in the waters reflection

Dabbling light across tanned faces

A wolffish grin under a wide brimmed hat.

Brought back to reality with a sharp burst of laughter

And something about "a squirrels nest in a treasure chest"

Business jargon has gone beyond daft!

 

23/01/14

Bruise

Bright bloom of claret

Seeping into blue; telling

Of misadventure

 

24/01/14

 

Kasumi the cat

 

She's not what she seems

At first glance she's a furry little ball

Waddling to her food bowl

Mewing so cutely all fluffy good intentions

 

Next moment she's tearing through the house

A flash of eye, a slash of claw

She purrs as she disembowels the bath rug

Imagining it a giant purple mouse

 

She's the sweetest most psychotic killer

So adorable and loving

In an instant a lovely tummy rub

Becomes an invitation to be mauled.

 

But when she jumps into your lap

Just out of the blue for some love

Then you feel like you're the best

The felines' chosen one!

 

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