I stare upon my nemesis, the mountainous pile of clothes So begins another day of the drudgery I loathe A never ending cycle of rinse, and dry and fold I try to approach it with optimism, but it very soon gets old The soundtrack to my life is water, spin and hum The ear grating … Continue reading Rinse and Repeat
Poems and rhymes
Always Becoming
I used to have a vision, of perfect family lifeWe’d laugh and cuddle every day, no hint of tears or strifeI saw this as a challenge, a problem I could solveI’d find the path to daily peace, contentment for us allI researched, read and listened, searched for answers far and wideSure I would find the … Continue reading Always Becoming
Happy Trails…
...take 2. It’s Sunday rhyme time, but I'm not going to share the poem I’ve written this week. My amazing Uncle died recently, on the day before his 91st birthday, and I’ve been writing a poem to read at his funeral. The poem tries to capture my Uncle in words: he was kind, generous, warm, … Continue reading Happy Trails…
Clear as Mud
My heart has aspirations, but my head gets in the way Always speaking up, to have the final say It says my heart has pipedreams, wild and shameless fantasies It promises it would never tell, such blatant fallacies It says the things my heart envisions, were never meant for me I need to be a … Continue reading Clear as Mud
Flat Surface
It sits there, so inviting, a wide expansive space Polished stone greets high rise chairs, nothing out of place There is beauty in the expanse, simplicity, clean lines A strategic, handpicked houseplant, readily aligns Until one fateful morning, a carelessly misplaced Tool of unknown origin appears, askew, displaced Before long more have gathered, a blight … Continue reading Flat Surface
Making Time
Time is an illusion, still the clock ticks on each day The more of it we have, the more it slips away The more we chase it down, the more it runs ahead The more we grasp it tight, the more it drifts away instead Time is a deception, a construct in our heads Still … Continue reading Making Time
In My Pocket
My partner lives in my pocket, always close when we’re far away We share jokes, we share pictures, one-liners, several times a day When we get home all is silent, downturned faces lit by soft blue light We never argue, fall out or get angry, soft clicks the only sound in the night My friends … Continue reading In My Pocket
Kindred Spirits
A pair of geese flew low to the tall grass, circled, came in to land Away from their gaggle at last, they settled their feathers andSat still in quiet contemplation, of the lush green sceneryAlone at last, away from prying eyes, finally they were freeTo be themselves together, far from the din of the crowdThey … Continue reading Kindred Spirits
Another Way
In shrouds of black, scythe held high, manner firm but kind and wise He goes about his business, collecting souls at their bodies demise For eternity he listens, to their anguish and regret Of all their dreams and hopes, and all their needs unmet Of words unsaid, or said too much, of never seizing the … Continue reading Another Way
The Reason Why
The dog sat still in wonder, as she gazed upon the sky She watched it turn from grey to pink, but didn't question why. Her ears twitched to capture, the chorus of the birds But she didn't try to describe it, or put it into words She simply sat and took it in, the glory … Continue reading The Reason Why
Rae Cod’s Writing 