Atishoo
Tissue time!
I’ve got a runny nose
Soggy and boggy
Dripping like a tap
An open faucet
Breath limited
To one nostril
Ugh
Yuk
Mucus
Snot!
I’ve got a soggy nose
Tag: Poem
Before I go to bed
Let me draw again
Give me inspiration
Let me take charge of my dreams
Create new images
Restore my life
Secure my vision.
Help me to be free
And end fear.
Dazzle myself as well as others.
Imagine anew what I drew before
(this digital drawing is eight years old and was drawn in Artrage, I wish I could remember how I did it,)
Mushroom tree
Strange how things look
When you cook
Sautéed mushrooms
Nicely softened
A touch of brown
Like autumn leaves
The spoon?
A trunk.
And suddenly
A mushroom tree
Beauty?
Shivering
Cold like a mountain top
The wind flows past the house
And sucks the warmth out
Through it’s drab walls.
I want to be hugged
Back into humanity
Blood running cold
Pulsing again.
I need to shelter
Enveloped in soft blankets
And sleep till spring….
Grey
Gray or grey?
Grumpy day
Drizzle soaks
No Sun,
It’s not come out to play.
Cold and damp
Low pressure
Slow moving
Fog and mist
I’m “rained in”
Hidden
From the grey…
Any type of cat
What is your favorite animal?
Old cat
But still lithe
Handsome
His tuxedo is shabby
But he makes me feel happy
Big snuggles
And his purr
Is to die for.
Prevarication.
I’m stuck
Like glue to a wall
Post it notes
With no writing on
No pathway out
Prevarication
It describes me
Now
Lost and flapping
Like a bird in a hurricane.
Twisting and turning
Lost in a maelstrom
I don’t know what to do
Where to go
What to say
So I stay
Quiet
Remote
Lost
Rose
I wish it was Rose day
Summer scented
Whiffs wafting
In the bright sunlight.
No thought of winter
Or sadness
Or dark days
Just glorious beauty
High up
Entrancing
Captivating my soul.
The contrast
My life in shadow
Little old cat
Little cat
On the mat,
slept for 5
Then off he went
Off to get
A bit of food
Because his mood
Is hungry.
Not a good poem
But it’s nice to see him so relaxed.
Bring back Autumn
Already missing Autumn
Colour fades in Winter
Llke a Bruegel painting
Colour slipping off the branches
Like skin falling
Leaving black bones.
The hounds swallow vermillion
Grind umber
Sup on the remains.
Bring Spring soon.
Mallaband-Brown 