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Now I light my way to bed
Lots of thoughts twist in my head.
Have I shut the door and locked it?
Have I done it, or just thought it?
Have I got a book to read?
Till sleep descends within my head.
Will I sleep or will I wake?
Will I see a red dawn break?
Now I wonder what I’ll dream?
Soft and gentle will it seem?
Life is complex when I wake
Sleep reveals a nightmare fate.
Now I need to rest my head.
So I’m off to sleep in bed.
I wrote this poem in response to the prompt “light”. I am not sure how to do ping backs so I will put a link of it on Megha’s page. I am not sure if I’m doing it right. Anyway here is the poem:
Photons, floating through space
At breakneck speed.
Tinier than
The tiniest seed…
Particles or waves
Does anyone know?
It took scientists like Einstein
To try and show
That light is a constant
But only in space
In air it actually
Slows its pace
(slightly)
It pings and zings
It refracts and glows
Holograms shimmer
Insubstantial as mist.
Light is strengthened
and made to Lase
A coherent beam
That can burn and amaze
Light is part of the greatest equation
E=MC2 bright burst
radiation.
It has to be done….write a mad poem with predictive text after starting with the words:
“This is a digital poem”…
creative business and making the evening
depending on the window ledge ,
the great Christmas angel was really interested
in speaking to the people sitting in the cold room
in the garden centre on Saturday
then panto rehearsal
this grinning cat is getting better
In future in the following year again soon,
the canal system ruining their paintwork
So what happens in the garden, the cat has escaped!
I’m just starting to block the cars in
the programme called countdown
when we first drew this
Christmas tree branches
making ordinary people pay for security guard
But it must have joined them, there are options ……?
Well that didn’t work out brilliantly, it’s difficult to predict what words will come out next. I’ve had to take out lots of @ symbols together with ‘ – ‘ and many badly spelled words. But you have to have a laugh sometimes.
Mallaband-Brown