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I’m busy, tired, aching, rushed,
I’m going to rest
I’m going to sleep
I’m going to bed
Early,
Soon,
So I can wake refreshed
Relieved,
Rested
Reinvigorated…
But not yet
Not for a while,
After this programme….
Oh, now its late
Oops.
Just put up a restful photo from up the top of the hill. It may turn into a painting, but not tonight. It’s from a few days ago. I was to tired to post it before now..
Waiting for the night to turn to light,
For my breath to calm,
For the rushing noise in my ear to stop.
Anything to keep me from harm.
Let me sleep through nights eternal flight,
Let me sleep and miss the noisy road.
My lids are heavy, I start to nod
Leave earth in dreamland
But then I thud
Back into reality
Wide awake
Pull into alarmed wariness
By a noise in my head.
Pallette
Such a nice word,
a resplendent word,
for a plastic take away tub.
But recycled, which is good,
ideal for acrylics.
Mixing paints in it,
nothing slides off,
perfect for cleaning,
then wipe with a cloth.
Better than using an old China plate.
Bright purple, showy, flared.
Full of energy,
Life, fun.
Zing-ING, splashed, clamouring
For attention.
Add purple and it blasts through,
Flights of fancy
High pitched song,
Not calm pink
Or barmy blue
Gaudy yellow
Green screen
Orange spice
Ruddy red.
But purple, violet, lavender, plum, grape
Mix blue, red and white
Purple delight
I saw these clouds tonight. I think they are cirrus. One looked like a flying seagull? I think they were airplane con trails getting blown about on the wind.
Blue sky and wispy clouds
Flying high up above
Seagull flying
Wings outspread
Or an angel overhead.
Swooping down
And touching ground
Ultra marine blue
Beautiful hue.
Brightest clouds above
Expanding, flowing, love.
Sitting, tapping, scrolling, hunched.
Over my phone I am watching,
Tapping, scrolling, reading.
I’m ill so I can’t go out today.
But I think of all those that look down
Not up, shoulders hunched.
Eyes glazed, frowning.
Squinting as the sun shines
On their friend
The Screen.
Sharp spring cold
Throat burning
Nose running
Fed up of it
Tired of it
I hate this
I want to paint
Instead I sleep
Spot the caterpillar
hanging on the tree
Munching through the greenery
Salad veg for free.
When it’s had its fill of leaves
It will moult and grow
Turning to a chrysalis
As days come and go.
Soon it will be changing
Into something new,
A very tiny changling
Butterfly, bright blue!
Just a simple ArtRage oils app drawing…..
I’m mesmerised by colours,
by petals shimmering in the breeze.
Water goes deep in the earth
and shapes the roots
raises a stem,
Leaves unfurl
and a flower opens
petals pink and bright.
Birds and bees sip the nectar,
pollen mixes and seeds set.
Now the flower fades
But next year
another flower will bloom.
Snoozing
On the arm
Of an armchair
Getting his zzzzzeds
Purring and dreaming
Sleeping and relaxing again,
Cat with nine lives has nine sleeps
Each day he rests his head down
Takes his time to get to sleep
Happy and comfortable
Imagining cat toys
And cat food
When he
Wakes.
Mallaband-Brown