Bank Holiday Monday

Bank Holiday Monday

It’s Bank Holiday Monday
That feels like a Sunday
No different from a Saturday
But hey!
Just as Friday
With a hint of Thursday
And a touch of Wednesday
Blended with Tuesday
Four walls
My walls
Keeping the outside out
Not quite a lonely planet
But that’s how it feels

No trip to the beach
No barbecue, I’m glad
No polite conversation
But I’m not sad

It’s Bank Holiday Monday
Or one very long day
From when lockdown started
The outside departed
To today
Life in a ghost town
Gentle silence all around
Nothing much to make me frown
Mostly (apart from what’s going down
In the news)
But that’s always the same
Different players, same old game
Feed the fear
Spread the panic
Everywhere full of the pandemic

But it’s Bank Holiday Monday
So it’s a fun day
A part of one day
When lockdown said hey!
Stick it out

And most, I can say
Did.

Strength Light Hope

Strength ~ Light ~ Hope

O’er distant lands
And through clear blue skies
Zephyrs of hope swirl expectantly
Lit by the light
Of a thousand dreams
That dance in anticipation
The belief holds firm
That whatever is thrust upon us
Will not defeat us
Will not bring us down
And will make us stronger together
Even through days
Separated by an attempt of fear
To take away control
And drive us apart
Strength from dreams
Lit by the light from a simple smile
Powers us all
And moves us forward
~ Together ~

Keep strong. We’re getting through this.

Into the Slipstream

The Slipstream

Stars that aren’t stars
And things that aren’t things
Dreams that aren’t real
And voids closed off for exploration
Abstract anomalies
Absurd realities
Invasive thoughts
And hidden agendas
Buried truths and obvious lies
Misleading facts
And doubts amplified by their own echoes
Slip down the rabbit hole
Ride the streams of consciousness and see where you end up
Questions
Questions
And possibly answers
Possible answers
Clouded amidst turmoil, swirling, bobbing
Is what you know what you know?

Now back to reality.

Celestial Dreams: Solemn Hope

Solemn Hope

Darkness surrounds
Fear’s fallen shadow
Silent screams
Curdle inner turmoil
Fermenting
Tormenting
Spiting the light

But light
Strikes through the darkness
And no matter how dark
Even the tiniest glimmer
No matter how dark
Shows the way forward
Shows the way through
And gives power to hope

Unlimited

Imagination stretches beyond the boundaries of all that is possible. The imagination is unlimited, but it is the mind that sets limits. How far out must we go to be able to tap into the freedom of the vast and great unknown?