Leaves on fire
Bright like stained glass.
Arched and curved.
Twisted and crisp
Like brittle sugar glass
Crispy or soggy
Under children’s feet,
Kicking the fallen leaves.
Leaves because they’ve left?
Leaves
Tag: Poem
Tree
Tree, look after me,
Let me climb up and see
Where the world ends
Where the sea sweeps
High views
Cliff edges,
Sand bars
Tree you let me see far
Over hill and vale
Into the distant waves
Crashing across the earth’s face
Like tears and mountains,
Flying spray
Blowing limbs from the tree
In a gale.
Time for a bear poem?
I see a cloud bear
Up in the sky
Wearing a belt
And flying so high.
Little black nose
And shiny blue eyes
High in the air
What a surprise
It just appeared
out of the blue
Crazy big ears
Listening to you.
Slow
Slow connection
Slow to load,
Blocks are irritating
Words don’t work.
Finding my footing
Muddling through
Finding it painful
To work it out.
Don’t try spaces
Don’t type lines,
Everything jumps
And moves around.
Poems in WordPress
blocks are hard to do.
Dooubled letter gllitch
Word press
You’re mmaking me dizzy!
When iI write poetry
You aadd a second letter
To the second word
Sometimes…
Then you stop
For no apparent reason..
It’s like you are toying with me
Playing wwith my mind
See yyou stuck another
Double iin again….
What aare you doing?
Laughing at me?
Clinking milk bottles
Last night at 1am
Clink clank went the bottles
Clatter, clunk, tinkle…
What is that?
Who is that?
Someone drunk?
Someone ill?
Why do that?
I’m opening the door…
Looking out?
Looking around,
Looking down….
Hedgehog! Rootling
Empty bottles
Tipped over!
Cheeky blighter!
We had blue sky this morning…
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?
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.
