Watching the World by Stan Phillips

Watching the World

by Stan Phillips

The day, through my window, has lurked sullen.

Gloomy

Sulking back at me like a petulant child on the verge of tears.

And, if a day could be said to frown, then this has done just that. And summer wanders in tentatively this year. Like an unkept promise.

One day glorious

The next Autumnal. Untrustworthy as the kiss of a faithless lover. But the birds on the wing are not bothered, Neither are the leaves, still wet with overnight rain, bright upon the branches.

And the breeze, shifting the clothes upon the line, could not care less that the sun does not shine down upon our days.

So I watch the world through my small patch of window, And abide.

And like the birds and the leaves and the breeze,

Patiently get on with life.

Stan Phillips is a poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.”

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