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Arching branches across the water
Filtering sunlight
Reflecting green and brown and grey.
Sunlight shimmers off the surface,
Cutting through you view,
Scattering rays
Branches fathomed in deep waters.
Silenced birds
Hidden tangles.
Trees trapped and caged,
Then all at once.
Release.
Chaos abounds
Knowledge unfound.
How do we live,
How to survive?
Stay alive.
Keep your head down,
Stay and don’t roam.
Keep to your home.
Stay safe,
Stay secure,
In lockdown.
X
Ivy,
Reflected.
Autumn arrives?
No, Spring.
Metallic bowl
Captures
Fallen
Leaf.
Just saw a post about days. Instead of Monday Tuesday Wednesday etc the start is crossed out and just day written seven times. I guess the days are running one into another and if you are like me, messing about and staying up late till after three am, it really does feel like a blur.
I wrote a very micro poem to reflect this….
Day of sun
Day of shine
Day of rain
Days all mine
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A drawing turned into a pattern
Played with it
Distorted it..
It could be cotton,
Or printed silk.
You glitter and gleam in the light,
Swimming in your tank,
How I wish,
You could be free…
Fish!
Taking photos of your cat?
Be sure to be quick
Or they will move…
Fast, blurred, speedy, slick..
But if you set your shutter speed to fast,
You might catch them
In the
Act!
Well it’s a Swan,
No its a dragon?
Can’t you see its tail.
Welsh dragon?
Maybe…
One front leg raised up,
Waiting to greet its friend
The Unicorn.
Sun rising,
Light streams,
Illumination,
Bright dreams.
Light shining,
Night flees.
Dawn breaks,
Cold breeze.
Time to drink?
Drink from a bowl? No,
Drink from a cup? No
Drink from a dish? No
The bath, it has to be the bath.
She sits and waits,
For me to put the plug in
Fill the bath slightly,
So she can drink…
Mallaband-Brown