Some people are procastibakers… I’m a procastipoet!
These are a few of the bits of poetry I came up with when I was meant to be studying.
Hope you enjoy my efforts.
Steady, unrelenting aches
Pirouette into the pure relief of release
And clandestine cravings
Give way to sighing satisfaction.
I want a time machine
As sharp pangs at night-time
Moments I want to seize back and
For the sake of a better tomorrow.
Don’t go to bed angry
Arguments lodged at midnight
Rob tomorrow of peace in advance.
Like drunken cats making plans to rampage the mice
We foolishly attack when eyelids are heavy.
Filling new shoes
She steps into the unknown
With awkward pretensions
Like a girl slipping into heels.
But she adds enough bluff to her hesitant bluster
To keep the punters happy — for now.
The heartache that comes from play-date drop-offs
Is but a pale reflection of the loss many feel,
Telling whoever will listen.
That their child deserves a name too.
Please. Don’t. Ever. Forget.
Children are irrational creatures – every one
Yet we forget our own pig-headedness
As if our offspring should be different somehow.
Why load them up with a command to break the mould
When they’re swimming in the same gene pool?
Acceptance Commitment Therapy
Today I played a game with my thoughts.
Instead of enemies they became friends in the shape of cartoons, songs and dances.
Instead of fighting them I chose acceptance and kindness,
And now we get along just fine.