Meandering thoughts.

Beyond 1/2 open blinds

06:36 Sunday 24th March

Through half open plantation blinds sliced light falls over a couch,
spills onto a rug, there lighting the ebony coat of a snoozing dog
whose dual purpose as pet and foot warmer appreciated
more than he will ever know.
Beyond the blinds between part lit autumn glow gables
a lone crow sits atop its terracotta perch,
an aesthetic chimney rising above a poorly laid ridge,
this perhaps a "Monday job" where the weekend, although it seems it had not,
excesses still being endured by a drink blinded roofer whose only care was not to,
this typical of the less discerning tradesman whose mantra "I ain't gotta live here"
trotted out daily, loudly to any that would listen, though few cared to.

06:38

Restless, Max the owner of the ebony coat moves
allowing cold air to puddle around my exposed ankles,
this breaking my gaze and ending my words,
bringing me back to now and thoughts of today
and what that may bring, even if this subconsciously known,
with wake, rise, do, sleep being the bedrock of my life,
this played on repeat, endlessly, unless interrupted by unexpected surprises,
these though seldom if ever occurring, with the last remembered in April 2019,
when a younger sibling arrived bearing news, the saddest news, that mum had passed.
With that thought I too stir, rise from my chair and head to the kitchen.

06:40

Coffee.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

What a lovely gentle true to life poem. I love it really.

[Gee]

Hi Ken, thanks. Have changed the ending, for the better I think.
Hope all is well with you North of the border.

[Ken Simm.]

Still lovely even with a sad ending. Just makes it more true.