Saturday, November 2, 2013

Saturday


The day uninterrupted
Spent being tense
Because I’m not unwinding
Fast enough

A 3 o clock whisky
Saturday treat of
Peat and tension
Relaxed dissatisfaction

Face flushed
So much relaxing
To achieve, or perhaps it’s just
The whisky’s calling card

Some would think me sad
To drink at 3 o clock
A poet on the slippery slope of
Peat and the scent of marmalade

The treat turned
More into a trick
An uncharming phantom
Much like Halloween

Thoughts dozing into
Oblivion, disappearing
Down
Foggy trails

Awaking,
To dying day
Smouldering heat fading
Subsiding into evening




2 comments:

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    1. Thank you Yolanda, trust you are going well and enjoying that little grand-daughter? I am just starting two weeks holidays so am looking forward to relaxing and catching up on my reading as well. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend. David

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