Poem: Daily Grind

Morning, inbox full

Head full of cotton wool
Phone rings, what now
Emergency or stand down
Paperwork, what’s next
Managers must know best
Lunch time: relax
Reluctant to go back
3pm, the end is near
Imagination into gear
Headache, backache
To tell the truth it’s soul ache
Tomorrow is another day
But all days are the same.

Poem: People Don't Write

People write:

They write emails
And lists
They write blog posts
And comment on the world
But people don’t write.

The dance of pen on paper is slowly forgotten
Replaced
By clattering plastic
And uniform text.