Words appear sometimes like deja vu You didn’t have to think, it’s as if you knew The page fills with colour and light So bright you don’t even have an appetite You are lost in the zone The frenzy, the lines of the poem The essay spills on to the page Like a rage At… Continue reading Your Cure
Monday to Thursday Just aren’t fun I rarely see a happy tweet For the working week Imagine a message of, I can’t wait for Tuesday Temptation What a revelation Or Wednesday Waycation Sweeping the nation With Thursday Tribulation Causing vibrations and celebrations But when it’s Friday You hear them say Yay’day Away day, Mayday The end… Continue reading The Working Week
