Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Aubade

Aubade

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

I pause at the door
Look down
At the mess on the floor
Think wryly
Don’t trip on my shoes

I don’t want to go
Believe me in that
Some things just cannot be
I hope you find
Happiness one day

I could not say goodbye
I am sorry
The chance was gone
Give the kids
A big hug from me

And cry, if you can
Hate me, if it helps
Feel the shape of the hole
I have blasted
In your heart

And fill it to the brim
And overflowing
With new loves and laughter
The heal and hold
You in his arms

My time is over
I turn away
Compelled
Walking through this door
Unable to refuse the finger of death

 

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In response to the daily prompt Pause

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Posted in Family, General, Poetry, Writing

Intentions

Intentions

By Scott Bailey © 2015

“It was just a bit of fun”

To the broken hearts and home

“I meant no offence”

To the victims of riot and guns

“I was just following my dreams”

To the crushing weight of debt

“I will never do it again”

To the frightened wife and child

“I was trying to save some cash”

To the shattered future lost

“I thought I knew best”

To the chances that are gone

“My intentions were good”

To the consequences of action

Posted in Daily Prompt, General, Poetry, Writing

Moments

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Agree to Disagree.”

Tenuous but this is what my mind came up with.

Moments

 By Scott Bailey © 2015

The world clashes with me
Or I with it
Its movie reel passes before me
And I watch
Observe
But I am not of it
Occasionally
I brushes me
Pricks me
Interrupts my view
My observations
And the things I should enjoy
I don’t
Until I can observe them
Again one day
My moments pass
Slipping
I can never seem
To be in them

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

The Lonely Tree

By Scott Bailey © 2016

 

The lonely tree
Stood atop the blasted hill
Stark
Barren branches snatching
Rays from a mist-shrouded sun

Every now and then
Upon an errant breeze
Flits a weary bird
Resting one more time
On its final flight
Then falls

All around the roots
Dead birds and ash
Giving meager succour
To the lonely tree

One day
From that blood-soaked soil
This tree’s seed will rise
Green will conquer grey
Once more

But too late
For this final witness
Of our fall

Posted in Family

Birthdays – not so happy

Happy Birthday, son, Lucas who should have been 5 today.

Happy birthday William – up there with him teaching him how to play lego.

Happy birthday to his cousin Hayden – over the seas in the green land.

Posted in Work

Surprise Job Role from the Past

As I am actively looking for a job now I am signed up on all kinds of job boards, I get an inbox full every morning.

Sometimes I get some really odd ones – that have nothing to do with what I have searched for. Maybe one day one of them will be the dream job I never knew I wanted 🙂

Today I got one that really brought back memories. It was basically a (very) old job of mine. The name of the place has changed and it has moved down the road a bit but it is basically the same role. Assistant Manager in a camping and outdoors shop.

I am tempted to apply just to see if I would still be considered.

But maybe not.

Still – I think I need a complete career change – just not sure what. Writing would be ideal  – but that’s a pipe dream. Maybe – one day. Maybe.

 

Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Uneven

By Scott Bailey 2017

Life in unbalanced
Uneven
Unfair?
Karma is bunkum
Days, weeks, years of effort
For each small gain
Each small good
None reached with ease
While all around
The bad rains down
Good luck seems rare
Bad luck the normal
The scales uneven
It seems

In response to the daily prompt Uneven

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