He sighed, a heavy weary sigh,
eternally pushing the boulder
was easier than this,
but he must begin again.
Dreams seemed faded now,
a long forgotten memory
half jotted down
on a tattered notepad
lost in an unused chest.
The robotic voice chirps
a brusk reply of denial,
ancient are the days
of talking to another soul
in this age of cold convenience.
His eyelids are heavy
and his eyes ache with frustration.
He’ll call again tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow.
NaPoWriMo 29: respect
What does respect mean coming from your mouth?
Obeying your elders?
To strike fear into others
and make them scared to speak up?
Or is it to be kind to people
and make them feel welcome
at home
And relaxed?
Respect says more about those demanding it
than those asking for it.
NaPoWriMo 28: Play
Whether it’s an adventure through darkest forests,
uncovering ancient conspiracies,
the layers buried deep in the landscape,
or exploring the deep blackness of forever,
to build a fantasy is a noble pastime.
Lose yourself in the love of play
and to those who want you to
unlearn your imaginations:
when your inner child died, did you mourn?
NaPoWriMo 27: Swing when you’re winning
It’s a rollercoaster week
with corkscrew highs
and screaming plummeting lows
of euphoria and dread.
But now, in this moment,
the peaks and troughs
have been iron straight
into the bar tight rails
of country park ornamental track.