Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
Poems: A glimpse into the everyday life behind ColourMine and the building of a poetry library. Drawing on experiences throughout decades, both indoors and outside, the various changes in nature and human life.
Poems | An Author’s Life, Unfiltered ColourMine
Poems written in my natural way Lifetime experiences Come out to play Some of which you may not believe But all of my poems Are things that have happened in my life And are original to me. Now for something surprising Life events take priority Reading poetry is not able to make my list I’m sure I would enjoy it, find it relaxing, Most definitely Fully appreciating other writings Life opinions, absolutely, everything Am I missing out, most probably
Between ordinary life
And writing poems of my own There isn’t really time for me to fawn and groan I understand that we all have things to do And there really isn’t time for too much boohoo Once everything is written then it’s all the mundane for me I have to fit in the typing, uploading and publishing In order for you to read everything written by me That doesn’t leave an awful lot of time For anything else you see. There are many other things that I must do Like washing, cleaning, gardening And finding someone to fix the loo, Thank you, my hero Phil I’m forever really indebted to you.
Then onto the next thing as you do
Taking stock as you go through, Adding things to your list, That makes sure that important events You do not miss Although as is usual for me I’ve sat down with another cup of tea. So, out in the garden I go To continue a quick go slow, Putting out the washing you see, That’s the bane of my life, complete purgatory. And the best thing of all is I get to do it for free Because there’s no-one here except me, And even if there was They would want to be paid Well, that’s not happening I’m afraid.
Well, it’s fabulous
It’s only my animals and me because I get to clean up our mess for free That way I can choose you see What job is on my imaginary list No arguments, no pretence, No venting off, just occasionally forgetful Yes, damn and blast, It only needs me to blink and it’s gone, Damned thing flew out of my brain. Got distracted, not actually anything wrong Now I have absolutely no idea What I was going to do but no fear
That flippin’ list escaped again
I really can’t say I’m bothered Because this is poetry not a game Susan Lane SLCM is a creative author you see And there is no time frame to Create my poetry, It just flows free And nudges me when it’s time To grab a cup of tea and my notepad Then let AssTea my penfriend roam free That list was just there to remind me What I was going to do Before it disappeared completely But it really doesn’t matter The ideas still insist on wandering through And in my way of life Each job always leads to the next for me,
So, between my poems
And that elusive cup of tea I’m hoping that my notepad and AssTea Can make the most of this short break for me And write another poem about something else That life brings me, It’s all real, no make believe, Like my new beau, He’s a cracking bit of stuff, hehe. Now get yourself a drink and join me We can both enjoy a relaxing ColourMine read Cheers, from my swing, hehe.
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