Poem Apr 30th 2015

Petals
loosened petals;
raining;
swimming in wind’s breeze;
caressing ground as they land.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 29th 2015

Migraine 1 My Day 0
Today’s been a day;
filled with a lot of pain.
Felt as if a railway train
driving through my brain.
Went to the doc;
told me I’ve got a migraine.
When will it go away? I ask;
it takes time, pain killers, and rest.
Go home stay in bed is best.
it definitely is one of those days
Be happy, when it is gone away.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 28th 2015

The Combination
Had a bad headache;
went out for a walk.
Did not pay attention,
got lost.
Blood sugar dived; 
hauled out some food;
devoured it,
feeling good.
Now know where I am;
heading  back to my neighbourhood.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 27th 2015

Busy
A lot of running around;
feeling like a cloud,
being pushed by a gale.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 26th 2015

Limits
We all have limits; responsibilty about the velocity of their movement is our own.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 25th 2015

Two Sided Message
Put on the sunglasses,
she said.
They make you look sexy.
All I can do is laugh,
and make a joke.
instead of the sadness;
making me choke.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 24th 2015

The Inner Critic
Always snipes;
constantly trying
to find something not right.
Does not believe anything
that you do.
A battle we all must go through;
it is never silent.
We must go on fighting;
to prove it is wrong,
and silence its irritating song.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 23rd 2015

Freedom
When thoughts trample
through awareness;
like a herd of wild mustangs.
Enjoy freedom;
by letting them go on their way,
and by not holding on to it.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 22nd 2015

Helping Out
Petals sheen sidewalk
with colours;
as wind sprinkles scent happily.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 21st 2015

One of Those Days 2
Walking
as if skating;
bottle in hand.
People look at him;
thinking he’s gone mad.
Does a brilliant monologue
from Shakespeare;
takes a bow,
gets off the train.
People look at each other
shrugging their shoulders;
as if to say,
it is one of those days.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 20th 2015

En Route to the Ducks
Clothing marooned
on bench;
accumulating dew
as night deepens.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 19th 2015

Sailing in Words’ Ocean
Absorbed by newspaper;
sailing in words’ ocean.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 18th 2015

A Philosophy of Living
We strive to thrive;
no matter,
what comes our way.
We find a way to survive.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 17th 2015

Shared Memories
Shared memories are rarely
seen the same way,
by different people.
Interpreted differently;
you would swear
it is not the same.
One sees happiness;
another pain.
Some would claim
it did not happen to you;
that you took it from someone else;
changed it to get attention too.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 16th 2015

Wind’s Sculpture
Wind sculpts hair
into a new artistic form.
Many feel forlorn;
heap it with scorn.
Most call it a bad hair day;
originating from wind’s play.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 15th 2015

Girded Clouds
Girded clouds
roll slowly along horizon
like trucks stuck in deep mud.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 14th 2015

Ducks’ Discussion 2
Out for a stroll;
enjoying the weather,
in spite of it not being so warm.
Some ducks are asleep;
others are talking about;
Where’s the warmth and the heat?Patience, says one, to the others;
it’s early in the new day;
wait and see what will come our way.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 13th 2015

Blustering Lights
Lights blustering;
raging in sky,
as if trying to out scream the noise.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 12th 2015

Set Building Day
A day of building for the show;
everyone is tired.
It was hard work.
Challenged in new ways;
learned a lot over this day.
It was fun working together.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015

Poem Apr 11th 2015

Squirrel
Squirrel inspecting construction site.
Making sure everything is all right.
Checking that his stash of food
is safely out of sight.
Satisfied, goes back out into the night.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2015