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just painting the decking
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Sunday, 6th March 2011 @ 01:35:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Just painting the decking
an arduous task
the sun it is shining
and in it I bask.
The angles don't suit me.
I fear for my tan.
The top of my arse cheeks,
neck, elbows and hands.
Just painting the decking.
Why did I start?
Crawling round a wooden floor.
Horse with no cart.
The brush, it is thirsty
the wood, it is too
I shout for a drink.
Door closed. Ignored. I'm blue!
Just painting the decking.
My back is now wrecking
Splinters attack. zing!
my hands I am checking.
I count the planks off
as I'm using the brush.
Twelve down in a half hour
there's no need to rush
just thirty-two more to go,
then one more coat.
The boredom a pleasure.
no need for a thought.
I look up at the roof
at the ridge tiles, remember
last year three fell off
was a windy November.
Conservatory roof smashed
what I didn't need .
Cost a bucket of cash
and in my head grew a seed.
From that day on, worry!
The wind, when it blew
put me on edge,
an illogical stew.
Just painting the decking.
I shake at the tin,
alarmingly empty
light rattle within.
I look at the coverage
printed on the side.
30 square metres!
of the mark, that is wide!
I hear water flowing
as if from a pipe
turn round to the house roof
realise in a swipe
wood pigeons are flapping
their wings, I am tricked!
The stress of belongings
gets right on my wick.
Forty four times two.
Eighty-eight planks of work.
I get in a rhythm,
no longer berserk.
My hand it flows quickly,
I'm far more precise.
if these were all years
then I'd have completed a life.
The first few were messy
but by twenty-two
I thought that by then
I knew just what to do.
By forty, I was wondering
when It would be complete?
due to pain in my back and cramp in my feet.
For all of the work
and the splash and the checking,
got confused as to why
I was painting the decking.
for the colour and texture
of wood, does it matter?
Lot's of energy used
at least I'm no fatter.
In remembering I recall
that halfway to end
passed really quickly
just like most things tend.
just painting the decking,
wish that was my life
just painting the decking
no room left for strife.
Although there is one thing
I just cant pretend
life's different than decking
for my thought on the end
contrasts quite clearly
for at both I'll be tired
yes, at both I 'll be weary,
unless early, I'm fired!
Just painting the decking
the contrast is this
unlike life, at the finish
the end will be bliss!
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poeticjestix
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Re: just painting the decking
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by eggflipper on
Sunday, 6th March 2011 @ 02:03:09 PM AEST
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| wonderful commentary on the eternity of single moments. |
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Re: just painting the decking
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by emystar on
Monday, 7th March 2011 @ 12:39:33 AM AEST
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Great writing.
blessings,
emy |
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