The quest (inspired by Writer's Island)

Life seems at times

Like a never-ending quest

An adventure filled chase

After a treasure chest

But every time we get where

The treasure’s meant to be

We just find another map

That guides our destiny

There’s never fulfilment

To be found in that chest

Only fuel for more hunting

And I start to detest

Do you think I am stupid

Or are you taking the mick

I quit this stupid game

It’s making me sick

Instead I will happily

Start to enjoy

Dolce far niente

Oh what a joy!

Gratitude (inspired by Writer's Island)

I ask myself why

When thinking about gratitude

I seem to display

A rather biased attitude

I am very grateful

For all that I like

For the things that I wanted

Like my first bike

But I’m not saying thanks

For the hardship and pain

For the tears and the dramas

The dreams pursued in vain

But have they not all

A role to play

In shaping who I am

What I think, do and say

Because sometimes I wonder

When I look back

Is all what it seems?

Is black really black?

Events that back then

Were a real disaster

Often changed things for the better

And probably much faster

Than if things would have turned out

Just as I planned

In gratitude therefore

I’m folding my hands

Saying thank you for everything

Just as it is

For all of the pain

As well as the bliss

Antidote (inspired by Sunday Scribblings)

You’re my antidote

My reality check

My mirror image

Reflecting back

All the things I can’t see

Or don’t want to know

My faults and my flaws

You put them on show

It’s not always easy

To recognise this

More often than not

I give it a miss

Perceiving you as separate

Outside, in front of me

I confront you instead

Of the real enemy

For whatever I see

In you

Is in me

What a difference a day makes (for Sunday Scribblings)

Yesterday

Endurance and hope 
Waiting to be rescued
29 men still breathing

Today

Despair and pain
29 men dead
Families grieving

Peerless (inspired by Writer's Island)

There’s nothing like

The grace of a camel

Its swagger is met by none

Unfazed it sways

With lazy movements

Never rushed or hurried

Strolling along

In the effortless style

Of someone who

Just doesn’t give a shit

Driftwood (inspired by We Write Poems)

I dive into the cool embrace

Of the liquid of life

My body elated, feather light

I float on my back

Feel supported and free

Only sky above

The ocean beneath

I ride on the rhythm of its breath

Every wave a small death

Like driftwood

To be carried away

And washed up on new shores

Full of new adventures

Winter Blues (Inspired by Carry on Tuesday)

I look out of the window

Onto a gloomy day

Windy as my mind

All in disarray

The leaves have fallen

It’s raining cats and dogs

Short days are calling

They’ve turned back the clocks

And I feel so blue

Because I don’t want it to be true