Things Got In The Way – 29th November 2025

Inspired and paraphrased from the start of this post at Spinning Visions.
5th Dec 2025 – Shared with dVerse OLN #397 as this one didn’t get many eyes yet.

We used to sing on the sidewalks,
pen crazy slogans on the back of our hand,
rambled on philosophically,
ignorant of all that the future had planned.

Then came the thinking, as others pointed out
when confronting everything we’d say;
we didn’t realise that we knew who we were
until too many things got in the way.

Tiny Town – 27th November 2025

This is the town that time forgot,
and GPS no longer works;
The place that never moved forward;
residents full of quacks and quirks.

Within its limits, you are cornered;
this is the town that time forgot;
With its rituals, no one questions;
this is a map without a dot.

Roads that leave town are suggestions,
the words are full of many paths;
This is the town that time forgot;
always the same in photographs.

Rare visitors soon lose the plot;
the centre is just out of shot;
One day, its history just stopped;
this is the town that time forgot.

Written for the Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt:
write a Quatern with a Chain Rhyme.

The Ritual – 24th November 2025

A blessed pilgrimage
with a hint of purpose;

The glory of the moon
still hanging;

Footpaths
wet with drizzle;

People sniffling,
gambling on a bus that may not come;

Streetlights fade,
worms start to worry;

But the barista is already there,
running through their own ritual.

Inspired by the first couple of lines from this totally unconnected Substack post by Joe Nichols (but it is a fun read on a different topic).