George Ruddock – Page 116

What Sort of Day

My friend said we all have days like that
It’s normal, says she
But days like that can make you flat
You want to break … Read the rest

So much of my life is counterfeit
Happy when sad
Sad when happy
I really just want to quit

So easy to be false
Smiling … Read the rest

We are told the art is dead
Why speak, just text
Worried that the trend will spread
What in God’s name is next?

Talking is … Read the rest

Bourbon Street is in my soul
Fabulous music in a bowl
Blues, Jazz, Cajun
and always an occasion

French Quarter, mystical and inspiring
Strolling there … Read the rest

My castle holds me captive
I don’t climb the walls these days
I have forgotten to be adaptive
And my days are spent in a … Read the rest

We are in a new normal
Don’t mix, don’t talk
Make sure you are formal
Get out and walk but don’t talk

I took up … Read the rest

I fly the sky
So, so high
Above the clouds
Transporting crowds

Many lives in my hands
All with different plans
Taken safely to their … Read the rest

The day the sluice gate broke
“Unprecedented” was the word
And no one could do a stroke
Even occasionally a naughty word was heard

Walking barefoot in the sand
The sea is mine
So close to the land
But I am fine

Beaches draw me
Sand and sun attract… Read the rest

It takes a while to make her smile
Chocolates, flowers, perfume
to no avail
Seeing her smile, it’s been a while

Once her smile lite … Read the rest