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If I could find the centre of the universe,
would it encompass me?
Would this world be flung far out,
or be held by gravity?
Silent rainbows squirt sideways,
clouds billow outwards,
from the singularity.
Held by an umbilical arm,
tight fist entwined.
Give in to sorrow or joy.
Be free.
Oh I do like playing,
Adding apps,
Changing filters,
Learning ways
To alter pictures
Making weird
Wonderful patterns,
Artistic fun.
Just one step more,
Another filter,
I’m twenty years older!
Well maybe…
Edit!
Water ripples
Glossed like oil
Shimmer and flow
Slipping over rocks
Running along
Till it pools and swirls
Sunlight sparkles and glimmers
Rushing and then easing
Water is life
Water is precious.
There’s a robin singing in the garden at 1.00 am….. Its so quiet I can really hear its liquid song..
Melodic beauty
high and liquid
like tinkling water,
cheering and full of joy.
So quiet at one second,
then a glissando of notes.
Music in nature,
beauty and serenity.
Wonderous gift.
Peace.
As the year waxes and wanes,
as time passes,
light rises and falls.
Life comes and goes,
hearing bird song, then silence.
Summer solstice,
the world is warm,
but days will shrink and shrivel.
Winter solstice,
the promise of warmth,
locked in ice,
day lengthens, nights slowly shrink.
North and South
seasons, polar opposites.
Hot in one hemisphere,
cold in the other.
Unless, near the equator,
seasons are less obvious,
No frozen wastes here.
World floating in space,
around Sol, the Sun, our star,
Earth tipped at an angle,
anchored by moon,
held in mutual gravity
Eternal?
Reflected, I imagine myself.
Caught between then and now,
near and far.
Lost, not found.
Dimension four,
Time to turn round,
clear my mind,
start again.
Decide to be.
Free.
Everyday
Is the same as yesterday,
Is the same as tomorrow.
Everyday
The birds sing,
The leaves grow,
The plants get taller,
Everyday
Life continues,
The world turns,
The news is grim.
Everyday
I think it’s going to be better,
But it stays weird.
Everyday.
Is the same.
Insane.
Lying comfortably in the crook of his arm,
the tom cat lies sleeping,
cuddled up against his human dad.
Gently purring,
curled up and cute,
he is relaxed and happy.
Black and white fur,
white whiskers.
Just a twitch of his ears,
now and then.
Jarring and jazzing,
my eyes ache and spark,
my neck aches and creaks.
Sore eyes,
tight band round my head,
travelling down to my shoulders.
Sleep won’t come easy,
the stress holds me tight,
I need to rest, I need sleep.
Early to bed, early to rise,
in the middle of the night,
then unable to rest,
Headache.
The weight of the world,
making me creak,
making me break,
making me crumble and quake.
Pushing me down,
pushing me under,
finding a crack,
break me asunder.
Restricted and tight,
no room for movement,
shoulders so stiff,
I want to surrender.
Sleep is my safety,
sleep is my friend,
but like a lost child,
I cannot find peace.
Dreams do not come,
only a blackness,
to tired to think,
curled on my mattress.
One day I’ll wake,
free from this tension,
or I’ll be gone,
broken,
departed.
Mallaband-Brown