waiting

Procrastination

March 27, 2018 lizaaitken

*Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle – Lincoln*

Procrastination is my middle name,

see I always put things off.

The reason is my perfectionism,

as I worry others may scoff.

My ideas can be quite brilliant,

although I do say so myself.

A multitude of them in my life,

so I’ll need a bigger shelf.

This is where I store my dreams,

just until they take shape.

But then I have so many sparks,

so a choice I have to make.

Which of them is the brightest,

mistakes can’t get in my way.

If you know me and you read this,

I hear what you’re going to say!

I wrote this poem while procrastinating again this morning. I laughed out loud while writing it, as it’s so utterly me. I often lose myself in writing while procrastinating, that’s funny too as I know some who procrastinate instead of writing!

Where on Earth

October 18, 2016 lizaaitken

Where are you right now,

while working on your blogs,

are you in bright sunshine,

or is it more like fog.

Resting on a great big yacht,

or in a coffee bar,

waiting in a traffic jam,

sitting in your car.

It’s interesting to think about,

while I write mine here,

I’m guessing on some of you,

others not so clear.

What influence on where you live,

is in your writing now,

is the environment inspiring,

if so please tell me how.

What about the time of day,

it’s lunchtime here for us,

guessing some might be in bed,

or doing other stuff.

I find it quite fascinating,

to think where you might be,

of course in some pictures,

it’s very clear to see.

So tell me in the comments,

let some others know,

we might be nearer than we think,

so lets have a go 😉

Written as a fun response to the daily prompt word – Waiting

It would be good to find out where people are, where my blog is read and where the blogs I read are written. It’s fascinating to find out what influences us, environment, weather, literature, culture, religion etc.

How wide is my blogging community?

July 25, 2016 lizaaitken

A final pull on my pipe

I sit here alone

Once I was young

now an old crone

I watch the day end

look into the night

Think of my life

and things I’ve got right

I’m waiting for time

to come take me home

I’m prepared for the trip

know I do it alone

I know I’ll be greeted

by those gone before

Those that I’ve loved

and lived with for sure

Is the time drawing near

I never can know

I’m ready I think

for the end to now show