More sitting

i try to sit and ponder

all about the great big yonder

i can no longer wander


but the only tree i can see

is on the TV

i would like to hug and see

a free green tree



This is just a fun poem I wrote. I hope you like  it.


Am I a grown up yet?

If I knew what I wanted

I would go for it

I’d make plans

I would go to the shop and buy lots of different coloured pens

I would make lists on lined paper

I would write my name clearly and underline it

I might even put the date on the corner

I would look at it and cross out some things

I would think about bullet points

And when I typed it up I would choose an awesome font

If I knew what I wanted


Walking with my thoughts

They opened with a broken truth

Hoping I would bite

The jab, the poke of a misbegotten word

I reply as usual, with my trite regards of, it’s not that bad etc etc etc

Oceans have travelled under that bridge

I collect my steps and aim to you

Wondering if it’s too late to take up Buddhism

To angry to change and to lazy to care

Need isn’t for the lighthearted

Poem Day 1 of 40

A visit to a gallery

The shy smile from a long dead girl

Standing still and trying not to shiver

The wary look of someone old before her time

Her world filled with smells of paint and the painter’s voice

¡No se mueva! ¡Mantén esa pose!

Is she thinking about the people who will be inspired by her painted stare?

Is she dreaming of what to spend the money on, for posing for the painter?

Did she have kids and grandkids? Did she tell them stories about the painter?

What did her friends call her and what was her favourite tapas?

Was she proud of her migas? Did her fingers ache in the winter?

A hundred years have passed and I missed the chance to talk to her.

Painting by Julio Romero De Torres