Tag: Poetry

Self made targets…

I made a target, missed it, so this is a poem I made instead.
New Year brings a new start right?

There once was a writer,
Who should’ve been brighter.
For he made himself a plan,
Thinking Yes I Can.

So he made up some tea,
But this made him wee.
He took out the red pen.
Saying this is it then.

“It is time for me to kill those little darlings!”

Then he found #JustWriteNovember,
Hoping to start #SelfPublishDecember.
But he kept getting distracted,
Which made ideas get abstracted.

He tried to write each day,
Searching like a hunter for his prey.
But with the deadline upcoming,
He decided theres no need for rushing.

A Merry Christmas is here,
So bring on the New Year!

Happy Christmas to all who either met or missed any targets and to those who never set any.

January might be a new start or simply just a continuation.

Just ‘keep writing’ and the story will find you. Which is the phrase I have heard from so many different people, especially the one who has always encouraged this idea of writing my ideas down.

I didn’t try

I know you will never read this.
I know you can’t but I need to write it down.
I kept thinking about picking up the phone.
To send a quick text.
A funny picture of the dog.
But I didn’t.

I kept thinking about trying to before the move.
I wanted to have one more, not last, match.
To organise a meet up for a games day.
To share a thought and a beer.
A catch up about life.
But I didn’t.

I wanted to remember the birthday card.
A birthday card for your son.
I did laugh at the shared pictures.
To meant double click a like or two.
I wanted to keep the friendship there.
But I didn’t.

Now I hear that you will never read this.
I can’t think to plan to roll the dice together.
There won’t be a day to share a beer.
There is no one to text a thought.
A friend has gone who I can’t share my oddness with.
I’m sorry I didn’t try.

So today I need to try to those I still can.
I need to not get distracted by silly things.
There are still games to play.
There are still birthdays to remember.
There are still friends who I have not failed.
Because I need to try.