Made me feel happy, seeing sunshine
Seeing blue-sky
Now it’s grey and overcast
Threatening rain
What a pain…
I’m going for a walk
Long or short?
Depends on the weather…
For ducks?
We had blue sky this morning…
Tag: Poem
World, wrapped…
World wrapped… Up
In a plastic bag,
Or bubble wrap….
World wrapped in packaging
In yards or meters of soft, slithering, veils.
Plastic permiates
Plastic stifles
Plastic swallowed
Blocking guts
Strangling
Plastic smothers
It won’t go away.
Like an infinite being
Never-ending nightmare.
Permanent
Plastic…..
Scaled
Dragon breath burns
So scales must be thick and strong
They must be impervious to flame.
Neither touched by fire
Or scorched by smoke.
Dragon scales are close fitting
Letting no sword or arrowhead in.
Dragon scales fit with no sags or bulges.
Metallic and shimmering.
Dawn
Dreamt the first two lines of this poem So I decided to go for it and see what emerged….
There’s a sullen red cloud on the horizon,
A ships in dock they say..
Will there be sailors in port today,
Or will it sail away?
Off to chase the Mackrel
Or to fish for Cod
Leaving on the high tide
Into the hands of God?
There’s red upon the horizon
Is it a sailors blood?
Staining the water with it
In a storm greater than the flood.
Will the sailors return again
Back to this quiet bay?
No man of weather can tell me.
But the portents are bad, they say.
Four faced
Four winds blow
East, North and West
Don’t forget South.
Four faced breezes
softly and gently
Like a blown kiss
Warm southerly
Cold northerly
The winds blow from the East
And lands freeze
From the West and storms
They rage.
Howling
Moaning
Shouting
Weeping
Four faced
Strong but gentle
Creating an atmosphere!
Tee’d off!
Missing my T…
_he _ on my keyboard keeps missing
I_ goes for a li__le walk..
I_ skips off _he page every minui_e
and disappears in_o _he dark.
I can’_ find _he _ on my keyboard….
I_ has los_ I_’s way once again.
Im blas_ed fed up wi_h _he missing _
cos a drink of ho_ _ea is no good!
Colour swirl
Colours swirl and swoop,
Mixing and shifting
Hot and cold
Merging into new colours
Hot orange
Cool blues,
Bright and breezy reds.
This abstract, candy coloured
Whorl of shimmering
World of rainbows.
still confused
Learning WordPress again
learning what to click and what not.
Finding out that route doesn’t work
going round in
circles
ever decreasing ones.
like a fish in a whirlpool
caught up in the flow
cant break free
cant see
a way
out of
this
maze
So you want to read the paper hooman?
Don’t dare think you can read this
Tis mine not yours I say!
Tis my bed and I’ll lie on it
So just you go away!
I’ll not let hooman near it,
My claws are sharp and curved.
My comfort is important.
No I’ll not be moved today!
(she got off and walked away!)
Making bread
Bread rising
Expanding,
Uplifted with yeast
Oats and wheat
Water and oil
Flour and salt
Warm and gassy
Bubbles rising in dough.
From a packet
But added bran,
Round in a bowl,
Dumpy little round
Expanding
Growing
Ready to bake.
Mallaband-Brown 