Monday 1st
It is your birthday
I should not remember that
But I always do
Tuesday 2nd
Groundhog Day, again
Like every day in Lockdown
Time to make a change
Wednesday 3rd
So much pressure on
Work. Back. Stomach. Mind. This life
I want some relief
Thursday 4th
Hail to the carpet
On which we have weaved our bonds
I hope they stay strong
Friday 5th
Forgotten bike locks
Memories of workers gone
Their lives locked away
Saturday 6th
I dreamt about you
And you were always trouble
My favourite kind
Sunday 7th
A body in bits
My daft collection of pains
I should climb less walls
Monday 8th
Trying to feed birds
While contending with squirrels
The magpies are worse
Tuesday 9th
Haiku, a day late
Back pain disrupts creation
I already knew
Wednesday 10th
It was wrong of you
To now turn up in my dreams
Please be forgotten
Thursday 11th
What a cold wind blows
This is all so exhausting
This winter is long
Friday 12th
So much chocolate
But this cold weather cries out
For dopamine highs
Saturday 13th
Being so grown up
Why is there so much to do?
I should stay in bed
Sunday 14th
Valentine’s Day gloom
This long walk and chocolate
I am content now
Monday 15th
Those bad memories
Find footing in my nightmares
Soon I will forget
Tuesday 16th
Long are these dark days
Neverending nothingness
All tunnels have ends
Wednesday 17th
Where did those men go?
I was hopeful in the start
Grabbing at romance
Thursday 18th
There is much given
So much is taken away
Who am I, again?
Friday 19th
An aching body
Sucks on the heart of your hope
Leaving you empty
Saturday 20th
Anxiety breeds
Filling all the bright spaces
Where my words should grow
Sunday 21st
Sat on the pavement
Forgotten four pints of milk
People can be strange
Monday 22nd
A Monday morning
The devil reminding us
Of our sacrifice
Tuesday 23rd
Tuesday Afternoon
Is for watching old movies
Nostalgia says so
Wednesday 24th
But is it so sad
To leave behind that something
You never wanted
Thursday 25th
Goodbye to all this
Memories to be tossed out
Friendships to be kept
Friday 26th
Sitting will kill you
But standing will hurt your feet
It is a fair trade
Saturday 27th
I walked very far
The clay still stuck to my boots
To make tiny pots
Sunday 28th
People are stupid
In the warmth of the sunshine
They don’t know the rules
Unstuck Monsters 