The man on the train.

The man on the train is
An absolute pain
Peeling his orange with a knife.
He's setting up camp
With his bottles and bags
I feel sad for the girl to his right.
I'm hoping so much that
He's not going far since
I doubt we can take any more
Of the man who peels his orange
With a knife.

I'm on the train!

For some unknown reason I have complementary wi fi access on the train home so I thought I'd take advantage of it to stick down a few words.
I'm travelling huge amounts just lately and also have a home move to undertake.
I'm woefully unprepared for said move with much packing and chucking away of unwanted junk to be done over the next two weekends.  Fortunately I'm not moving far so that isn't such an issue though I reckon I'll be jiggered by the time I'm done.
Also thankfully I will be getting help from my brother and  I hope a couple of pals so I hope all will go smoothly.
If you don't see a blog from me after the Bank holiday weekend you'll know it all went tits up and I've chucked myself in the Coquet.
Until then, ttfn.
Peace and Love x

I Tried

I Tried

I tried to write a poem today

But nothing came to mind

The muse it seems has gone away

So difficult to find

I'll try again another day

When she's feeling kind

to bring ideas down my way

to free me from my bind.

It seems the poems aren't coming just now. I need to find a way to kick start my inspiration. Perhaps I'll come across a subject while I'm away. I hope so. Or maybe I should just start writing my story again and the poems will come unbidden.