Oi you!
That’s my pallete
What now?
Jumped on a footstool,
Walking round.
No don’t lie down!
Look at the mess,
Cat tracks in acrylic paint.
Pawprints in bright colours,
Messy kitty.
I suppose it’s art!
Tag: Poem
Brick and bud
Sharp Green buds against brick
Cold clay and icy air
Embrace growth
Shelter root and branch
warming earth holds moisture
Fresh leaves are waiting
Ready to burst
Spring is round the corner
Sprouting
Soon.
Distracted
My minds a fog
Stuck in a marshy
bog
A morass of trash
Having a bash
At trying to rhyme
And write in time
Tripping over words
Some absurd
Like little drops
They could be flops
It’s taking me
Some effort see
I usually write blank verse!
Another day of not writing….
When your mind swirls out of control,
when you think too much
but it comes to nothing.
Too busy to stop,
then too tired to be busy.
Life gets in the way,
thoughts run over the edges of ideas,
drip out of my mind,
slide down the plughole of imagination.
Drain away,
lost,
from energy to entropy,
slipping into chaos.
I love my cat
Except when you put your claws in my knee,
Or sit on my chest so I can’t see!
Pin me down, like a cat up a tree.
I love my cat.
Except when you jump up and steal my tea,
Trip me up at night when I’m going for a pee!
Go and sit on somewhere I don’t want you to be…
I love my cat..
Except when scratch the side of the settee,
Scratch the furniture so I have to pay a fee..
Eat the exotic food I had from the sea.
I love my cat.
Really!
Cheeky cat
He saw a bird,
And in a whirl,
Twirled!
Knocked the African violet
Onto the floor,
Bowl smashed,
Flower buds mashed!
But he was happy,
Seeing the blue tit
What a twit!
My cat
Mad as a bat!
Unearthing old art
A drawing turned into a pattern
Played with it
Distorted it..
It could be cotton,
Or printed silk.
Sprigs of spring?
In months my garden
will be aflower,
floral fancies,
blooming anew.
But sadly now
the sight is of grey hue.
Cold sprigs of twigs
leaden coloured,
deadened stems.
Give them some sun,
some warmth
some food?
Then they will improve their mood.
I wait and cry
with many a sigh,
Looking around
For colour on the ground.
Daffodils and Tulips
Crocus and Snowdrops.
Then Bluebells and Violets,
will stir the air,
colours will flare!
Brighten the world,
set bees abuzz,
and waken my love,
of nature.
Sunlight finds a way
The sunlight sneaks in
Through the cracks in the door
Through the chinks in the fence
Under the trees
Through the blinds
Past the steel reinforced concrete
Over the brick wall
Tumbling down the chimney
Through the grid over the window
When it’s sunny
Sunlight finds a way.
Tiny paintings
This is a couple of years old and about two inches by one inch. I’m thinking of doing a few more of these for a craft fair, and to cheer myself up! I have a small commission to do and I can’t drag myself out of my current low mood. In any case I’m OK really, just need to get myself sorted out. Painting helps me feel better, calmer, or excited and happy.
Paint ain’t a bad thing
gets your mind working.
Paint is a pleasure
and a little bit frightening.
Creating your ideas,
putting them down
on paper and canvas.
Drawing out my mind
with colour and texture.
Life can suck,
but paint can pull you back,
giving a solution and reason to be.
Mallaband-Brown 