Opening my eyes to Wednesday, getting up and plodding to the bathroom my eye caught site of the carriage clock perched amid the bathroom pot pourri.......
Removing the time piece
From where it rested
Bug eyed in their direction
Clock hands displaying
A quarter to the wrong hour
An unusual occurrence
Well a never....ever occurrence
The pillow enlisting me
To lay my head in soft reverie
The 45 minute spot prize
Warm and welcoming
Relaxing me toward the hour
Soon to be upon me
Called 'the day ahead'
Or 'deaf to the world'
Or 'deaf to the world'
When the mind's caught up
In pillow talk and yawning
Temptation into duvet dreams
Armed with cleansed skin and a clear head, having washed clean the bedtime burrs; escaping the persuasion of the plump mattress whose role it is to accost me with its security emblem of protection, its army manoeuvre sidetracking me from the commitments of the day.
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Freed up from the tempting taste of rest and relaxation which stands tall and salutes its robust orders, needing stern reprimand to beat and resist. I fix my gaze to the road ahead wending my way along the country byways, crossing the canal bridge, over the never ending road bumps, looking left....right, stopping, pausing, clutch control, brake pedal, gear stick, windscreen wipers, wiping away the rainy en cour.
Arriving for a pit stop, breakfast cuppa and fruit toast, another irresistible lapse in concentration when r & r wins the moment and shifts me toward self care, before the days takes hold sifting me into do's and don'ts, shoulds and oughts, wills and wont's, whys and why nots, ifs and buts......
Save my melancholia
For when I reap strength
Leave me some quiet space
To bathe my spirits in cool oil
Streaming strands of beige
Disappearing round the bricks in the wall
Coming up sharp to shake hands
With the graffiti expert
Who is bold and colourful
And makes no apologies
But advertises existence
Pure unadulterated splendour
Of certainty in the message it portrays
Gathering pace now with fuel in the tank in more ways than one, I dispose of uncertainty and switch the radio dial to the on position filtering my ears with 'record of the week'.
Pushing through the working day....jumping on the band wagon of work ethics....'a good days work for a good days pay'. Keeping us on the treadmill of hand to mouth, the need to feed and clothe, keep the wolf from the door, ambition machine, the bankers bundle, more is more, work horse, work house, factory floor, white collar, professional, labouring landscaper....and much much more.
Parking hot spot or easy access, running the rain game or indulging the sun run. Ringing the bell that announces my arrival I'm welcomed into the web of work, greeted with 'pleased to see me smiles'......brushing the doubt out.........
The smudge that smears
The spot that blots,
The crease that cracks
The cough that hacks
The belt that unbuckles
The seat that sacked
The start that stops
The beginning that ends
The smile that fades
The laugh that leaves
The tear that grieves
Turns round to greet
The smile that spreads
The grin that grabs
The song that shouts
The tap that dances
The skip that flips
The joy that's jumps
The brave that's born
The hope that howls
The trust that triumphs
Turn on your smile just for a while, should it find its place, upon your face, for others to feel, to hold, to heal.
Cheerio for now......
LAURA
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