Today

Today I am planning to do it.

At last the time has come,

Opportunity knocks, no, it’s the door.

Come in sit down, cuppa?

No really, he said that?

I am sure he didn’t mean it,

Just the drink talking, I’m sure.

Want a biscuit? Digestive?

Sorry that’s all I’ve got.

Must go shopping.

How’s your mother,

That some good news anyway.

Did you hear about Suzie?

Well so was I;  couldn’t get my head round it.

She brought it on herself though,

Never thought Tenerife was a good idea.

Another cuppa? Drink maybe?

Ok I’ll open a Chardonnay.

Cheers.

You going away this year?

Tenerife, oh, well, weather good all year round.

No no, we won’t be repeating last year’s disaster.

Top up?

Yes, Marbella looks favourite for us, Pueto Banus no less.

Oh ta, glad you like them got them in the sale

No, Miss Selfridge.

Wanted them in green but none in my size.

No I’m still a 12, well most of the time.

Yes still a member but not been to the gym for months,

Meet Jean there for a coffee twice a week

They do really good scones.

More? Oh dear another bottle gone

Must go shopping.

Ok nice to see you

Pop in again, bye.

Now what was I doing,

I know I’ll start it tomorrow. 

Lost Love

I can’t imagine life without you,

How difficult it would be,

Not knowing in which direction,

My steps are taking me.

Who would I turn to for advice?

When hard choices I must face,

How would I keep one step ahead?

I’m sure I’d lose my place.

Being out of contact,

Where would I put my trust?

Never knowing the number,

Somehow feels unjust.

Having the ability to search,

For answers to life’s queries,

Is why I love you deeply,

Of you, I will never weary.

That’s why I keep you by my side,

Even when far from home,

You’re my dear, my rock, my all,

My precious mobile phone.

For the love of Art

Spent the afternoon in an Art Gallery, as one does,

Paintings and sculptures worth inspection, the visitors also.

Some must view at a pace, perfunctory, presumably on a tight schedule,

They see everything, but notice nothing.

Others, bending, bowing, contortionists, scanning from every angle, not quite standing on their heads,

But they would if they could.

Maybe it gives them some new perspective even the artist did not spot.

Yet more study at a distance, daring anyone to block their view,

These are the posturing, peering  poseurs,

Their sensibilities,  somehow more important than the art.

Then there are the snappers, always brand new cameras,

So proud, preoccupied with getting the perfect shot

Running off a dozen at different settings just in case.

Then there’s me, don’t know much but know what I like,

I believe in love at first sight.

It immediately moves me to laugh or look twice or to step back, or there is nothing.