Second Breakfast
I went to work
They had delayed work
They said the roads were icy
The ones I had just driven on
Two hours before
We were supposed to be open
I was already there
I compromised
I locked the door and got second breakfast
Because of you
I never stray too far from the straight & narrow;
it all seems so gray now anyway yet the obligation
still feels necessary.
Hour19
What a pity that my town
does not entirely reflect its people!
What a shame to have roads with holes!
However, I hope to have an improved place!
City on Lockdown
The city went quiet
Everyone shut themselves away
Fearing the virus
That could possibly kill us
For three weeks I didn’t budge
Sitting in my chair
Working from home
Doing all the my employers asked
Finally, I had to get out
If for no other reason than to feel the breeze
I drove my car onto the streets
And put my windows down
It felt like an alien world
So many places closed
Hardly anyone on once busy streets
My radio was the loudest thing
But I felt better
The city, while sleeping, did still exist
Her citizens locked away for now
Would return when the time was right
Saving me
Sometimes, even the saviors have no idea
what it truly means to walk through the gates
of salvation & embrace a better tomorrow.
But it doesn’t mean we don’t care;
we just know the fight has been rigged against us.
That’s the first step in the great war; find out how
to level the playing field & the rest all falls in to place like
a puzzle just waiting to be solved. Cross the finish line &
hope for the best; the rest is up to the universe itself.
Stardust
Stardust is the stuff
Of which we’re all made
What is the nature of stardust
What is its colour and shade?
The incandescent beauty
Of the diamond-dusted star
Is what all life is made of
It’s what we all are.
Eons ago all matter was formed
In the cores of giant stars
And now we specks of Stardust
Fight our petty wars.
Why do we create differences
Why do we feel we must
Fight each other, when we’re all
Made of the same Stardust?
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Hour Twenty-Four – The Best Naps
Hour Twenty-Four – Above Image Prompt
The Best Naps
The best naps I’ve ever had
Were never on my bed
Where the duvet is warm, the sheets are clean
And pillows under my head.
Head lolling, body sliding sleep
in busses and ‘planes instead.
As students burning the midnight oil
We woke up in the morn
on books wet with sleep-soaked-drool
and pages creased and torn.
But fresh, we bounced, and went to class
in yesterday’s clothes we’d worn.
Now, when sleep is oft elusive
sometimes I do nap at night
When I fall asleep on the sofa
in the glare of the telly’s bright light
How deep that sleep, regular now
with eyes shut half tight.
But then I drag myself to bed
and shut my eyes to sleep
Alas, I’m wide awake now
and begin to count them sheep
All night long, I long for that nap
the memory of sleep so deep.
Destiny – Hour Twenty-Four
I still recall the email
An invitation of a lifetime
A chance to meet a top tier publisher
Her people reached out to me
I felt instant elation and sorrow
I had no way of getting to the meeting
It was a time before ride-sharing services
And no one from my area was going
I had to admit it to myself that it was not happening
I had to tell them thanks, but no
The day of the meeting, my heart sank
I so wanted to be there – to have had the opportunity to say yes
To have gone
But hours after that meeting had happened,
I met my now husband online
Had I gone to the meeting, I likely would not have met him
Looking back now, as much as that publisher meeting meant
I now realize that destiny had other plans
I would change the life I have now for nothing in this world
Even top tier publishers
Hour 24
Tell me that I can’t,
I will show you that I can,
I must persevere,
Don’t underestimate me,
Watch me as I prove you wrong.
ALMONDS Bake Me A Country Cake
Make me a cake with that
Marachino cherry tasting
almond extract
Make me some frosting too
You need all the ingredients
The eggs the flour
Not just the sugar
If you don’t put
all the contributions
you won’t have a cake
Just like a country
Needs more than the frosting