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Waiting for the night to turn to light,
For my breath to calm,
For the rushing noise in my ear to stop.
Anything to keep me from harm.
Let me sleep through nights eternal flight,
Let me sleep and miss the noisy road.
My lids are heavy, I start to nod
Leave earth in dreamland
But then I thud
Back into reality
Wide awake
Pull into alarmed wariness
By a noise in my head.
Pallette
Such a nice word,
a resplendent word,
for a plastic take away tub.
But recycled, which is good,
ideal for acrylics.
Mixing paints in it,
nothing slides off,
perfect for cleaning,
then wipe with a cloth.
Better than using an old China plate.
Bright purple, showy, flared.
Full of energy,
Life, fun.
Zing-ING, splashed, clamouring
For attention.
Add purple and it blasts through,
Flights of fancy
High pitched song,
Not calm pink
Or barmy blue
Gaudy yellow
Green screen
Orange spice
Ruddy red.
But purple, violet, lavender, plum, grape
Mix blue, red and white
Purple delight
I saw these clouds tonight. I think they are cirrus. One looked like a flying seagull? I think they were airplane con trails getting blown about on the wind.
Blue sky and wispy clouds
Flying high up above
Seagull flying
Wings outspread
Or an angel overhead.
Swooping down
And touching ground
Ultra marine blue
Beautiful hue.
Brightest clouds above
Expanding, flowing, love.
Sitting, tapping, scrolling, hunched.
Over my phone I am watching,
Tapping, scrolling, reading.
I’m ill so I can’t go out today.
But I think of all those that look down
Not up, shoulders hunched.
Eyes glazed, frowning.
Squinting as the sun shines
On their friend
The Screen.
Just trying to write a spooky poem after finding this photo on my phone.
Don’t knock on this door
You won’t like what’s inside
A dark room,
a catacomb
stairs diving down
to a tomb.
Don’t knock on this door
All you will see us red
Blood red
Spooky red
Of people who are dead.
Don’t knock on this door.
It leads out to the yard
The floor is wet,
don’t slip and slide
You must be on your guard.
I don’t think I can write anymore on this theme. I’m running out of rhymes and I wanted a funny punchline but can’t find one. Anyway I just like the photo.
Cheers
Sharp spring cold
Throat burning
Nose running
Fed up of it
Tired of it
I hate this
I want to paint
Instead I sleep
