Today - well, the excitement of completing my tax return yesterday was a bit too much. Had to spend today calming down and doing chores.

There were moments though. Like, I watched an Internet video on my PC about how to bone a duck. Googled 'bone a duck' and was pleasantly surprised to find I had a choice of instructors. A few minutes observation, press pause, rush to kitchen, follow suit, back to PC, press resume ... That was midday. For tea/dinner/supper/6ish (depending on where in the world you are), we had slow-cooked duck leg. Tomorrow, it's stir fried duck breast.

Today's poem came from a MR FP prompt. And again - it's not about me. It's not even about someone who 'accidently' took the car keys to the yacht club, when I was due to drive the girls - the Perfumed Ladies even - to see a chick-lit film. More on that tomorrow!

All right now

I thought I had lost my mind
Misplaced it, just like my keys
Probably in the bread bin
A sure sign of Al’s disease

Ah, that’s where I put my teeth!
They’re hiding beside my plate
Dinner’s more fun when it’s chewed
Shame I can’t name what I ate

I do try to concentrate
I hang on to every word
Hearing’s going bit by bit
Everything’s sounding so blurred

The Nurse has tucked me up tight
She is one miserable cow
Time for me to sleep, she says
Left alone, I’m all right now

It's that time of the year! I have spent my day completing my tax return and, before long, will have to part with a large sum of money - I dare not think what the government will waste it on.

Today's poem is nothing - I repeat, nothing - to do with me. It was inspired by a conversation I overheard and is my take on life through the eyes of a depressive.

Nothing

Yesterday came and went
Today is fading fast
Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Or if it will be my last

There seems to be no reason
To struggle out of bed
I’m strangled by indecision
A nightmare spinning round my head

The doctor says it’s nothing
And nothing is what I feel
If only my life were a dream
And not so disappointingly real

A tricky prompt if ever there was one?

Senses Overloaded

Senses overloaded
Reason imploded …

Listen to the silence
It’s my recompense

Touched with fingertip ease
Tracing my disease

Love licked wounds reappear
Tongues tied, tasting fear

With hope, replace despair
Breathe deep; displace air

Playing with words again ... inspired by a MR prompt.

Right place, wrong time

Hey! My clock just stopped!
The two hands, they froze
Now, how that could happen?
The Lord alone knows

So where is this place?
And why the locked gate?
Well, am I on time?
Or perhaps, too late?

The pearls, they’re sparkling
In the bright sunshine
But leave no shadows
On this life of mine

So what should I do?
Can’t wait around here!
Back to the grindstone
And come back next year?

The water was off nearly all day today and I failed to shower before the deadline, so spent most of the day in my dressing gown. When the water did come back on it exploded out of the taps, showering me with muddy water. Not a happy bunny today.

But spent time on Messenger tonight with a friend - we've come a long way. (There was probably a short cut, but we missed it!)

A long way

Friends come and go
But some stick around
With you from the start
They never let you down

No need to meet up
Hardly speak at all
Just Christmas cards
And the odd phone call

But when the chips are down
When you need to wail
These friends are on hand
And will put up your bail

You've come a long way
Side by staggered side
Counting on each other
When your paths coincide

So thank the day you met
The hours you've put in
Creating that special bond
Of trust that lies within

I belong to a Flash Poetry group on MoreWriting. We have 15 minutes to write a poem based on a given prompt.

I chose the prompt 'Just dreaming' and this took three minutes to write. Maybe I should spend longer on it. What d'you think?

Just dreaming

I close my eyes
And think of you
Just dreaming
As I often do

I hold my breath
Then let it go
Just dreaming
That you can’t say no

I purse my lips
To form a kiss
Just dreaming
It could be like this

I wake at last
And you’re not there
Just dreaming
Of a love affair

I woke yesterday with a sore throat and staggered through the day. Didn't let anyone down even though I had a temperature, headache - the lot. Sucked Strepsils all day and took a couple of Paracetemol before I went to bed. Today, I am better.

Yahoo needed some update so I clicked OK and the machine has been playing up ever since.

A sick machine

Control, Alt, Delete
Life with
A sick machine
Is not complete

A blue screen sulk
Application
Not responding
End now?

Windows
Is shutting down
If only I
Had that option

To go
Into hibernation
Whenever
It suits me

For whatever reason, let's not go there, I am focusing on the concept of faith ... or, today, the lack of it.

Faithless

Just imagine the void
Within the empty heart
Of a man without faith
Who sets himself apart

Imagine his darkness
His blind eyes cannot see
The star, shining so bright
Light up the way for me

Imagine salvation
Relief from all his ills
An immortality 
Through faithless sleeping pills

Imagine his despair
As he stands on the edge
The brink of believing
In the Lord's loving pledge

I was set homework: think of 'faith' and write whatever comes into your mind. So here it is.

Faith full

Fingers rest on the keypad
As I’m awaiting the call
Words of wisdom I expect
From the master of them all

My ears, they feel the pressure
My fingers will do their best
He is ready to dictate
And I’ll translate for the rest