My little cat,
Staring into space,
Sitting on a sofa back
That’s your place.
One little cat
Captured my heart.
Making me happy,
Till death do us part….
Our little cat,
Purrs and likes to play
Jumping up and down
And sleeping half the day…
Tag: Poem
Phoenix, firebird
Burning brightly,
Coloured feathers.
Flaming heat
Re-makes a chick.
Nest of smoke,
Bower of flame,
Blooms of cinders….
New moon flits.
Phoenix rising,
In up drafted air,
Mythical beast
Bird so fair.
Oil and water
A thin film
Rainbow bright
Smeared on tarmac,
Immiscable,
Like oil and water
They cannot be mixed.
A molecule thick
Sliver of light.
Oil floated on water
Dropped and dripped.
A subtle play of shimmers
A gleam of glimmers,
A ray of sunlight,
Surface spread out like a pancake.
Pollution is washed away
Down drains, into soil.
The colour of oil…..
Cat in black and white?
Taken from a photo,
not just black and white.
This cats whiskers
Are long and thin and bright.
Sturdy and determined
Brindled fur and paw.
Eyes glaring strongly,
Nose in the air.
Walking up to greet me,
Nuzzle at my hand,
A cat with a character.
This cats love is grand.
Autumn flowers
Bright colours
Extend the season,
Bishop of Llandaff,
Daliahs, Red.
Verbina and ice plants
Feed the bees.
Roses and autumn crocuses.
Asters and cone flowers
All sparkle and show.
Dont fade yet,
Wait for the snow.
A gate to nowhere
Seen on a walk in 2018.
Dont let me in,
You walled up your heart,
there is a gate
But you locked it shut.
Tight chested
I sat, waiting for you
Asking to be let in,
But you said no.
You said go.
You locked me out
And threw away the key.
Grey skies
Etruria, Stoke-on-Trent, evening sky.
The nights are arriving-
Earlier
The days are getting-
Greyer
The evenings are becoming-
Chillier….
My love is waning
It is lost in the mists
Forgotten sunshine –
Forgotten trist’s.
My life
Meaningless…
My heart
Loveless,
My mind
Thoughtless
Lost in
The subdued light.
Lion
Suddenly remembered,
I promised to paint a Lion.
I’m rushing to do it,
but taking Pride.
Got to get it right,
Get its golden eyes bright.
Mainly work on its Mane,
Black whiskers and deep pink nose.
Proud Leo, big cat.
Leonine, powerful, strong.
Fur and Fury,
King of the plains.
Freedom is a tiny bird.
Freedom is a tiny bird
That flutters down to your hand
Perches on an outstretched finger
Preens and sings and looks you in the eye.
Freedom cannot be held still
It has to live and grow.
To fly free
An Eagle in a tiny body-
Strong and graced with beauty.
Freedom is for all,
Freedom must survive.
Webs
Someone said its spider mating season
It’s webby in the summerhouse
It’s webby in the shed
There’s more silk than a silk kimono
Slung along the hedge.
The spiders spin such grand big webs
They catch the birds on high
They set great traps for insects,
And grab them from the sky!
A huge big spider
Came to visit
And stayed for a year
Now its little offspring
Are always very near!
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