It is with a positive attitude that I sit and observe the rain pouring down through the window, soaking the washing,
hoping for a return of the sun that seemed so content in the sky not more than five minutes ago.
Poem written by Glen Byford, 23rd February 2015, 11.47am
Hesitation.
It haunts me.
Hangs in the air beside me, an apparition that seldom leaves me.
Holds me, holds me back.
I hesitate.
a poem written by Glen Byford, 11.24pm 18th January 2015
a handful of plans
soon descends into
a lunchbox full of post-it notes
a washing up bowl of murky water,
your numbered days are growing shorter,
senses dulled to the future lost,
for without change you'll pay the cost.
another half hour spent connecting with nothingness
vapid idling becomes the norm
as we socially destruct
too busy to live
and too connected to try
scrolling into an oblivion
where only our screens are illuminating
Today was the kind of day that I just couldn't wait to walk away from,
Atmosphere hung heavy and the sense of an irrational storm pass overhead,
The clouds had gathered all day,
The vibes had overshadowed in the worst way,
And half five couldn't come soon enough,
The metaphor pours physically as I stand at the bus stop,
Gripping the oyster card in my pocket,
Pressing the fine edge harder into my palm,
The only stress relief will be stepping through the front door,
Kicking off my boots,
And relishing the time off,
The 121 can't come soon enough.
I said it would probly be an early nite,
likely leave about 12,
knowing full well that I would be dancing til gone.1
