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IN A HOLDING PATTERN

Oct 10 Marking time wishing our lives away

we are

flat-chat in the race

March becomes July

another week

another bleak prospect

of release

incinerating minutes

in the furnace of

perhaps

August gallops past

and hope flies up the chimney

with a sigh

we set our sights

on Halloween

or Cup Day

Guy Fawkes

or goddammit

Christmas Eve

and cut a swathe

through hours

we should treasure

rolling drunk

we are

on all this feckless

leisure

dull and listless

when compared to pleasure

found in company

and gainful occupation

Monday dawns

on our desire for

Wednesday

Thursday breaks

on our despair with

Friday

and we pray the weekend

will bring lighter news

a whiff of

freedom maybe

some papers signed

the drawbridge raised

the canon fired

the yellow flag retired

tick tick tick

the seconds creep their weary pace

tock tock tock

another day

another wine o’clock

another week

of wishing for

tomorrow

and tomorrow

and tomorrow.




See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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