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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.
A lovely clear night,
Moonlight and dusk
My husband shouts bat!
I look out and see..
Nothing….
Clear sky..
White moon,
Silhouetted trees.
He shouts
It’s darting and flitting.
I look again
Nothing.. No bat!
So I drew one!
Don’t ask what I am?
I’m not what you think
I was to be
The Tiger that hid.
Now I’m out in the open
Between land and sky
I could be a tiger
Flying up high.
I could be a kite
Streamers in the wind
Kicking back and forwards
Strings all spinned.
I am a little painting
Of a tiny tiger face
Or a cat with whiskers flaring
Out into space.
Trees I saw today
Big and small,
Burnt and fallen,
Cut down and rotten.
Trees I saw today,
Ash and Oak
Beech and Willow
Yew and Birch.
Trees I saw today,
By water by houses
By Moat by industry
By roads by carparks.
Trees I saw today,
Old and new
In leaf and skeletal
Sapling and full grown.
Trees I saw today ….
Speak your mind
Talk to me
Tell me what you think
Answer the question
What’s your point
What do you mean
What did you say
Tell me something else
Explain the situation
Talk to the hand
Just talk to each other!
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