I’m still playing,
Don’t want to bore you,
Having fun,
Sketching and drawing.
Finding my feet
In the world of sketching,
Drawing on memory.
Faces imagined,
Can I stop?
Not yet!
Tag: Micro poem
Cat in black and white?
Taken from a photo,
not just black and white.
This cats whiskers
Are long and thin and bright.
Sturdy and determined
Brindled fur and paw.
Eyes glaring strongly,
Nose in the air.
Walking up to greet me,
Nuzzle at my hand,
A cat with a character.
This cats love is grand.
Love
This image is for illustration purposes only and does not represent the people in the poem.
Love held them together, and apart, for twenty years,
First love was theirs, second love someone else’s.
Only third love bought them together again.
Maybe a fourth love will change things?
Morcambe Bay view
Today’s view,
long drive.
More later!
Fox
Beautiful fox
Red furred wonder,
Sneaky or intelligent,
Fantastic Mr?
Hunted for centuries
By red coated riders
Chased with hounds
For “sport”
Persecuted for being
A fox.
Sky and?
You know I like creating these pictures by putting usually 4 duplicated photos together so you get a fantastic or puzzling image floating in the middle of a sky.
Flying mountains
Fiery roof,
Limestone ufo,
Floating in the seat.
Mist and shadow
Stone built wall
Mountain landscape
Sky reflected on sea.
The world
Sitting on the world
Held down by gravity
Like a fly pinned
To a windscreen
Travelling through space
At thousands of miles an hour
Thank goodness we can’t fall off.
