My New Year’s Resolution is to write a blog once a month. So here is January and here is a poem I wrote.
Just a little disclaimer:
I’m not a writer, I do this for fun as a hobby. I believe you can only call yourself a writer if you do it full time, are skilled at it and (if you are really great) earn money from it. I can’t stand it when people call themselves something and have nothing to show for it. You wouldn’t call yourself an electrician if you weren’t qualified, burning people’s houses down and then saying in response “oh it’s only a hobby silly!”. Mind you, you would have to be a bit daft in the first place to let them do the job, but stranger things happen. Anyway this is just a little something I wrote on a Saturday afternoon.
Also part 2 of my little disclaimer, the (beat) is where there is a pause, I thought it made it sound more rhythmical, but if they annoy you then just try and block them out if you can!
Hopefully I haven’t completely removed all of the small ounce of likelihood that you’ll enjoy this…
A Penny For Them?
A Penny for your thoughts?
as they wrap around your brain
going ever faster until they drive you insane!
As you race
(beat) and (beat) (beat) tumble, voices, words and pictures
But all people see is (beat) stillness.
Nothing but active (beat) stillness.
Active because there’s a purposeful intensity behind the eyes,
Staring at (beat) (beat) nothing.
A Penny for the Nothings,
(beat) Worries… (beat) (beat)
They run through the sky,
a ribbon in the air,
warping reality as they dance with flair.
Until, (beat) (beat) they settle.
Covering you as a blanket on the ground,
Your thoughts FINALLY more ordered and sound.
A Penny for your wisdoms,
WHAT made you sail?
WHAT made you fail?
For do’s and don’ts you keep in your crown.
Things disappeared that have yet to be found,
solutions for dilemmas…
For all these you have
enough gold to fill (beat) kingdoms.
I offer a penny, which is a fair enough price,
I offer a penny, but expect good advice,
I offer a penny because I know thoughts aren’t nothing,
they are (beat) worth something.
‘You might offer me a penny,
but I might refrain,
as, you see, keeping some thoughts to myself helps me remain sane!’