Days Full of Nothing

fiddle, faddle
piddle, paddle
a bit of this, a touch of that
inside, outside, inside out
here and there and all about
this way, that way, sideways too
weeding, whacking
a click and… snap
time to take a morning nap
front door, back door
up on the roof
crank call from a telephone booth
up and down and all around
highs and lows and lost and found
hot and cold
and polished gold
through the garden
up to the hedge
wave and smile and chat awhile
chirp, chirp, chirp
across the sky
stop to watch as the sparrows fly
by and by, a dreamy sigh
spinning, swirling, shaking so
back outside to watch the show
soon the sun will start to fade
ending yet another day
twinkle, twinkle little star
daddy thinks its in the car
down the stairs and out the door
be right back to try once more
left and right and in between
catch my breath and stop to lean
against the stairs but for a sec
the day has vanished oh so quick
back and forth and up and down
wipe and rinse and nearly drown
one, two, three, from a to zed
time to fall into my bed
slowly drifting out of sight
lost in dreams throughout the night

Photo Credit: Daniele Franchi via Unsplash.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


2 thoughts on “Days Full of Nothing

  1. Sunra Rainz

    Indeed, Greg! How quickly the day passes, then exhausted we fall into bed. There’s also a lot to be said for finding pleasure in the little things right now in this world gone mad. Enjoyed your poem 🙂

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