Each step
Carries me
Closer to where I need to be
The comfort, the rest from the
Jagged path
Many footsteps
Invasive thoughts
*
Lady bugs
Lavender fields
Whisper quietly about keeping me here
I can’t say that I’d mind
Sun fading
Stars beginning
To appear
*
Not much
Longer now
Safe and sound, all tucked away
Reflecting back to this perfect day
Good memories
Cleared head
Long sleep
© D J Loweman 2015
a path into the woods
not seen by many people
lost in the glory
problems slowly drift away
head clears as the miles pass
endless, pressing on
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
Milt Jackson taps along the xylophone
And I need to rest
I’m so worn out
The sounds of the music
Fade in and out
Heavy is the night
And all soft drumming has put me
In a catatonic state
Such is the life of a beach bum
Too much sun
And now, tired eyelids hold the weight
Of a thousand men
But now is not the time to over-think
Not everyone loves the beach life
And those who don’t
At this hour
Don’t matter much to me
Today seemed pretty close to perfect
Maybe, maybe not
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe it wasn’t
Either way
I think I’ll have another go at it
Again, tomorrow
After all,
Practice makes perfect
At least that’s what I’ve been told
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
