Writing
When I sit down to write poetry,
Or maybe a short story or two.
The page is blank, what to write,
At that moment I haven't a clue.
I write a few lines delete the lot
It all sounds contrite, I like it not
So I start again with an empty page,
Sometimes words just gush and flow,
I can finish it in a few minutes or so.
A poem about the events of the day,
A bit like a diary in a rhyming way.
My stories are oft in a quirky style,
Some you frown at and others you smile.
I write about life as I see its events,
Some tales are great and others laments.
As with my poems, they reflect how I feel,
Life's sometimes like the hamsters wheel.
It seems like I'm on the treadmill of life,
Then I turn and espy my darling wife.
Turning this house into our lovely home,
About her I can always write a poem.
So now it is time to end this new write,
I'm off to bed so I will say goodnight.
© Dave Timperley 17 August 2016
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