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Brick built through glass,
Blue, crisp, cold sky.
Observed through ice,
Layered, feathered,
Hard and delicate.
Like royal icing,
Infinitely spun in shards.
Spiders Web of facets.
Glinting and clinking in the sun.
Breath burns holes in it,
A cold palm melts into a print.
Frosted glass?
Frosting on a cake?
Feathered moonlight,
Frost…
Cold cat
Sits outside,
Won’t come it,
Wants to hide.
Cold cat
Likes to purr
But won’t come in
He won’t stir.
Cold cat,
Hides his face
Snuggles up
In a quiet place.
Cold cat
I hope I find
A new home
For your mind.
Time for coffee
Quick and easy
Instant decaff
Made to
Warm me
In this
November
Chill..
Then
Back to
Slumber
In my
Bed…
Sleepy eyed
Tired
Poppies spreading from pole to pole,
Life and death must fight no more.
Let us give each other peace.
Think before we fight a foe.
Peace would be my lasting wish,
Giving back some bit of hope.
I know my wish can never be.
A world in peace I’ll never see.
But maybe once or twice the world
A life to spare, they can agree.
Orphaned lives must be saved,
Refugees must be delivered whole.
Shelter given, an end to fear,
No more war, a fairer share.
No more death of man or beast,
No more fighting,
Let’s have peace.
Unicorn,
Now you appear,
Suddenly visible.
Myth from camouflage.
Hidden revealed.
Equine beauty,
Immortal photons.
Light shines through you,
Pulses across the stars.
You may not be real,
But you are to me.
Black cat,
staring eyes
Making spells
Flying high.
Chase the moon,
Race the sky.
Jumping down
To the street.
Chasing mice,
Nice to eat?
Having fun,
Being quick
Oh so neat.
Cat familiar,
Friend of mine.
Making magic
Oh so fine…
The sea is rising
The rain comes in mountains now.
Falling so fast its like a bomb.
Wet feet
Now wet knees,
Up to my thighs…
We walked once from Robin Hoods Bay
To Boggle Hole.
On the North East Coast
Of Yorkshire.
The sea came in
Along the rocks.
It was faster than us.
He was up to his chest,
I was up to my neck
When we waded out
Of the North Sea.
That was twenty years ago.
Now you only have to look at a cloud
And you are covered, soaked, flooded.
Where will it end?
Up a creek without a paddle?
Barometer indicated rain,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow..
Will it indicate flood soon?
Or fog.
Steam from streams?
Snow to blow across the earth.
Barometer shows
When North wind blows.
Sleep now, there may be Sun,
Tomorrow.
A cat can curl up here,
Sit on my knee.
Or on the pile of washing,
Curled up and snug.
Dreaming of flying birds.
Thinking of whizzing leaves,
Warm and toasty,
Curled up and snug.
Winter shivers the bones,
Rain drips down necks,
Sun sets early,
Curled up and snug.
Food to eat and water to drink,
Warm and draft free
Thinking of sitting in a tree.
Curled up and snug…..
I love colour as you can see.
Colour is the best option for me.
Bright colours are very good.
Not just black and white could
grab my mind…
Without colour I am blind…
I love a spectrum of every hue.
Yellow, red, gold, bronze and blue.
Purple and orange fight to be seen,
Not to mention beautiful green.
So of I will go to paint again.
My palette with new colours, lain.
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