NapoWrimo 2018

Day 11


 
vision for a personal future

do i need to think beyond tomorrow
i may not be here the day after
nobody knows when the finger beckons
from beyond






(if i should not die
before i wake )

tomorrow

it's tea and toast and a 3 minute soft boiled egg
followed by a swim in the surf





tomorrow

will write poems
will read poems
write letters of support
to victims of injustice
write letters of complaint
to fascist bureaucrats

tomorrow

will write letters to my sweetheart
then rip them all up




i never send any
(he does not love me
he told me so)
i will try to replace him
when i get a free moment
not easy to find mister almost right




tomorrow

will water herbs and palms
make pumpkin soup
address all  bills
overflowing from the big pink jug
start adding to the
wall paper of ' to do' lists
sort my messy handbag

tomorrow

make 20 appointments
just in case i'm still here
beyond tomorrow

beyond tomorrow

there are at least a further 200 things
i would like to do in my life
and not one of them
costs a penny

i doubt if i will do even half of them
but it will be fun giving it a shot
oops
i suppose you all want to know
if there will be world peace any time soon

Midweek Motif - Poets United




Day 12



 Haibun

the late seventies
my first car
a noddy car
toby big black labrador
could not fit in it
unless the roof was down
ears flapping
smiling in the breeze
tootling along
a vision to behold




a carefree  life
my first home away from home
a 2 bedroom house near a park
in the city for $25 a week
good time to be a student

always in love
with someone
(unsuitable ) of course
regrettably
remained forever young  and stupid
in that department
this song takes me back

late 70s
the road stretched far ahead
the horizon a speck





Day 13

CINQUAINS


                        
                              some folk
                           cannot afford
                   to buy costly brick homes
         the wolf blows down their shacks because
                                  he can




Curly Locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine? 
Thou shall't not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine, 
 But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, 
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream

                              this one
                          my favourite
                   my future guaranteed
              i had curls  and could embroider
                               mistake