children

An expression of something a simple for change with no esoteric meaning. This is inspired by seeing and spending some time with my eight year old nephews last night.

Nephews

Feathers lifted to the sky
fly for a brief moment
Erupt in delight
become taller than I.

Feet returned they sparkle
“One day I will lift you!”
to young to realise
They already do.

Women in general get broody at some point, particually the older they get with the body clock ticking but you don't often hear men openly say they want kids of their own free will. It is almost as if its expected of you regardless when you are in a relationship and you toe the line.

There are of course men out there who simply don't care or are trophy fathers but there are others who have the desire to put some roots down, make a foundation and it is something very important on an emotional level.

I have not written for two weeks as I have been decorating. Now, out of the paint pots, brushes, wallpaper, floorboards and oh my god its never going to end, I thought I would return to the pen.

This is a personal poem about someone in particular, who I won't put here for the moment. Inpsiration comes for the poem from the word "Formaldehyde".

I have tried to right about time with "tick tock" in it for some time. Never managed to nail it.

Time is a relentless rhythm, it stops for nothing, not even death, it just keeps on going and going. It has no care only that it ticks ever onwards.

The following is a doodle to exercise the brain cells. Not had time to check this. Lunch is over - back to work.

Careless Shepherds

Time is not a lover but
a wanton womb and purple prick
an orgasm to light a wick
to flick infants in the dock
smash their heads in with a rock