The late days of Summer

A Haiku

Those last late days of summer,

a last chance to make memories,

so warm and sweet to touch…


No pain, no gain

A tale of perseverance in life

No, Pain, no gain,

it’s what the life coaches say.

Perserverance and tenacity,

the keys to a free and fullfilling life.

No job left half done,

no stone in life left unturned.

Growing on our journey,

learning more each day.

A life lived full of adventure,

is worth taking to the grave.

So many drafts, so little done

A tale of a disorganized writer

So many drafts but so little getting done,

none of them inspiring my mind to hit complete,

sitting on my minds desk causing a complete mess.

Writing is supposed to be fun and involving,

a passion , a hobby, an escape from the world.

Who knew it could be so demanding,

another pressure added to the day,

it’s these thoughts the pile up,

stop the creative process in its tracks.

Those drafts will be completed some day,

have the knowledge that inspiration will strike,

tomorrow or the next day just like it always has before.

Those drafts will one day publish

clutter up the desk no more,

those words will form their own stories,

fly from mind to page.

Just need a spark of inspiration,

to feel the finish line…

When inspiration seems so far away

A tale not of writers block, but of being locked out of creativity

Stress levels running high and morale is getting low,

bad signs for creative health, inspiration hard to find.

That one creative spark so often found in the minds eye,

seems to have gone missing I really can’t think why?

So many inspirations stand surrounding me,

but none seems to be the one.

That idea which gets my mind attention,

that special one that just runs free.

When the words flow from head to paper,

and the world just dissapears.

A walk, a run or some other exercise,

to free my body from my mind,

to feel myself be free.

Open to inspiration,

to unlock my creativity.

Lost in a dream

A tale of night time and rest

Lost in the moment,

dreaming the night away,

visions so vivid,

waking memory vague.

To dream is so delicious,

feelings and emotions previously trapped

bubble up to the surface

the video tape on playback.

A chance to re-live and re-learn,

the moments of the past,

knowing that the movie won’t last,

with one final look I wake up and it’s gone.

It’s morning time now,

best get on with the day,

then wait for night time again,

to get lost in my dreams.

My work is lost forever

A poem about the frustration of lost writing

A disaster or a masterpiece,

which one we do not know,

scattered to the four corners,

the refresh button,

delivered the devastating blow.

Your gone forever wandering,

around the internet,

in the great recycling bin,

inside the online world.

The frustration and the anger,

only got myself to blame,

using online tools,

the weakest link,

in my writing game.

Going forward ill be stronger,

lost work will be no more.

A lesson learned in application,

of process and seriousness.

Lost work is so frustrating,

never knowing the outcome.

Thoughts put down on paper,

that disappear without a trace.


A taste of Kazakhstan

Beshbermak, a carb and protein attack,

made for hard living horsemen,

working hard out on the steppe.

Each family their own version,

handed down through generations,

lamb, horse even venison,

all made with love and affection.

The first true taste of Kazakhstan,

that wonderful country on the Silk Road,

which stands so tall and proud,

in the heart of Eurasia…

The Silver Darlings of the sea

Herring and sustainable fishing

The humble salty herring,

silver darling of the sea,

caught in net and barrel,

Served fresh to you and me.

Seafood provided by the ocean,

is good if fished sustainably.

Lessons learned, mistakes not repeated,

the modern fisherman believes,

so we eat the seafood harvest,

fresh and tasty on our plate.

And thanks’ to all of the fisherman,

working hard to feed the mouths,

of men women and children,

of those brave souls,

we should be proud…

The Glens and Lochs of Home

Scotland’s wild natural landscape.

The wild hills of Scotland,

the land thats home for me,

rugged land of beauty,

and a mix of weather too.

The glens, lochs and valleys,

so much to explore,

a wide expanse of nature,

experienced by air or foot.

So much to see and visit,

natural beauty to adore,

we are so lucky in Scotland,

to have such nature at our front door.

A Writers Life

Its never boring always more to come…

A writers life is never dull,

planning, writing, editing,

always something new.

So many genres to explore,

novels, short stories and poems,

these are just a few.

It’s a great creative outlet,

words and feeling flow,

except when writers block appears,

and anxieties in the air.

Even that soon passes,

and its straight back to the fun,

creating, learning, sharing,

words and stories with the world…