Feeling smug - emails replied!
The damned clock ticks but I've no clues
Awaiting answers means no news.
The drizzle weighs my soul down fast;
I wonder - is the cold snap past?
Could I be caught in 'winter blues'?
The temptation of a 5-star cruise ...
There's a rumbling in the street below
A concrete mixer – on the go
No local cars can now squeeze by
Boitsfort cut off – high and dry!
My sense of isolation grows:
This mid-week day is one of those
When my 'get-up-and-go' takes flight
Procrastination grips me tight ...
I've done my best, thrown out my net
But somehow I cannot connect;
The echo of a ringing phone
Serves to remind me - I'm alone!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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