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Stern, thoughtful
Face seen in patterns,
What are you thinking?
Are you at peace
Or do you feel tragedy?
Could you be happy,
Or peaceful and calm?
Are you real
Or just captured as a sketch.
A Digital grafitti?
Spray can causing an image
Caught on computer wallpaper.
I made this thought.
I made this face
But does it describe me?
He never stops
Talking..
TV film?
Talking
Interesting news?
Talking
Mystery programme?
Talking…
So what?
I never hear that important news
I never find out if the butler did it?
I never listen to the last notes of the symphony.
Why?
Because he’s talking.
Important stuff?
What car is in the TV programme.
Whether that’s a Highland cow.
Something in the paper I’d already seen on the news.
What he was doing in 1974!
Is this hell or just purgatory?!
My cat wants love,
jumps up
headbutts my hand
sits on my stomach
poddles,
purrs loud with happiness.
Curls up
goes to sleep
Happy
X
Juxtaposed they sat
The jelly mold and the light
Till they got in a fight
The triceratops came off worst
The cat pounced
Paw out
Dinosaurs leg fell off
Juxtaposed in opposition
They growled
And snarled.
Only in the dark
The cats eyes sharp
Wobbled over to the triceratops
Whose battery had gone flat.
Batted it with a jelly paw
Splat!
Now he’s really flat!
Morning time.
Bin time
Sorry you can’t be glued.
Now jelly mold
Hangs it’s head in shame
Magnetised with a hook
To the fridge!
Grey fog, thick mist
Cold and moist
Wet drops stifle
Beaded spiderweb
Stillness
Suddenly birdsong
Morning gathers
Sun breaks through
Soft and gleaming
Warmth gives strength
To the airs.
I must sleep
I must dream
Stay calm
Lay softly
Feel relaxed
Breathing deeply
Taking time
To rest quietly.
I must sleep
I need rest
I must find my dreamworld.
Will I rest
Or will it be another sleepless night?
I lie counting sheep.
Floral display
Back yard play
Never forget
Flowers are the best
To give me rest
To lift my mood
When the day is done.
To smell sweet scents
And heady airs.
Glorious colours
Melding together
Brightening my day.
Giving me calm.
The fog around my brain
settles gently like a cloud
touching my shoulders
as if sitting on hilltops.
The grey fug tightens round my head
stopping me from thinking
and moving
tying me down to my own space.
Glued down with sticky oozes
thoughts trapped in flypaper.
Mind chilled and frozen.
Sliced into shattering slivers.
Stopped still
clock stopping
held in abeyance
until the world starts spinning
me pinned to it
like the proverbial butterfly on a wheel.
She gazes up
Forever cat
Happy to be home
Visited the vets
A few days ago.
I am forgiven now
The visit is forgotten
Time has given her repose
To rest and be calm
And let me be with her.
Sky outside my door
High flying clouds
Dapple the air.
Blue as a sailors coat
White like foam on the sea.
The tides of air
Stir the skies ocean.
Liquid, fluid, rapid, vapours.
Witches brew
Or Wizards cauldron.
Dust motes,
Sun dogs
Fogs
Sky…..
‘La Ciel est Bleu’
My hubby says…
Mallaband-Brown