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When you take a photo of an old window under purple sunsets you can get something of an interesting hue.
Ink turns pink
Sky’s surprise
Window brightened
With sunsets flight.
Glowing purple
Violet hue
Salmon sprinkled
In the blue.
Glint of crimson
Sizzles over
Bleeding sky
Paints walls anew.
Q, such a strange letter,
Comes after P, before R,
But it sounds like it should be
At the end, with Y and Z (zed or zee).
Quick, quiet, quad, Queen….
Why does it come with u?
Quest, quark, quince, quorum….
What does it mean to you?
Alpha, bet, questions.
Really quincunx, quintiles, quiescent, qualified…
It’s a quiz or a quest!
My friend needed help today, she is not from this city and she does not have many friends so I offered to help ring a company for her to help sort a problem out.
For repairs press 1
For heating press 2
For all other problems press 3.
Hello?
For central heating press 1
For coal fires press 2
For gas fires press 3.
Hello?
For carbon monoxide monitors press 1,
For flues press 2,
For chimneys press 3.
Hello?
For gas press 1
For electric press 2
For plasma press 3
What?
Ring, ring, ring, ring.
All of our assistants are busy
There will be at least a twenty minute wait.
Soft, gentle music……
Silence
Hello? Hello?
Hang up!
His mind burns
Fights, races,
Chases fears
Anxiety
Scared,
Hates to worry
But has no escape.
Life continues,
Races away.
Fear continues
Digs in.
Ties guts and nerves,
Tears confidence.
Hides ideas.
Anxiety bubbles
Like a cauldron,
Withered, cracked, split and spilt
Mind shrunken by adversity.
Let HIM be free….
Anything,
I will not paint (I ache)
My neck aches, my eyes ache.
I’m hot, I feel like grot.
I’m resting, and waiting.
Thinking, and dozing.
I’m wobbling and dizzy.
Shoulders and hips hurt,
Head aches, body breaks.
Need an amalgam of gentle remedies.
Soften this agony,
Rest and recovery.
Shattered nerves sting.
Brown liquid,
Warm and wet,
Or cream laden with whisky.
Milk and sugar? Two lumps please.
Mug, grande, medium, espresso.
Perk up your life,
Decaff blues.
Your cup runneth over with froth.
Black or white.
It’s your choice.
And one jelly mould.
Why write about that?
Because the world is mad
I thought I’d be mad too
I don’t want to be depressed
I would like some cheer
I’d like some fun.
So why not fridge magnets?
To reflect my magnetic personality?
Probably not!
The season of Autumn is upon us, despite having temperatures of 33.7°C in some parts of the country this week.
Today was cooler, we had rain, the sky had been cloudy all day.
Autumn, changing days
Sun sets early, rises late.
Leaves turn from green to flame.
Ending a summers growth.
Fruit and fungi burgeoning
Apples become sweet, pears ripe.
Leaves lie deep, scrunch and crunch.
Life settles down until winters slumber.
This image is for illustration purposes only and does not represent the people in the poem.
Love held them together, and apart, for twenty years,
First love was theirs, second love someone else’s.
Only third love bought them together again.
Maybe a fourth love will change things?
77% awake at 4.06 am?
77% alive?
77% of life gone?
Only 77% energy?
Three quarters or so full of vim and vigour?
Where did the other 23% go?
77% of questions answered?
77% of sleep yet to fill?
Waiting for 100% capacity,
Striving for 23% more enthusiasm.
Fighting for 77% of recognition,
Hating 77% of what?
So much to say and do,
Give me twenty three percent more!
Ah, now it’s 79% at 4.18am…….
Mallaband-Brown