Who you looking at?
Bluob blubble
My spotty fins are nicer than yours.
My stripes are neater
My mouth is bigger,
I’m a serious
Fish!
Tag: Poem
Rocking horse
Did I once have a rocking horse ?
How fast did it go,
Over hills, over fields,
Up mountain paths,
Down into dales and vales.
If I had a rocking horse
Where did it live?
In stables or a farm yard
Or the back bedroom in our house.
What colour was that rocking horse
Was it a bay?
A white maned charger
A gentle, dappled grey?
I once had a rocking horse,
So long ago
I don’t remember anything-
Where did it go?
Painting
Sometimes my creative juices freeze
then like a bird I flit and flitter
from one path to another
sit and shiver.
Like a lonely lark.
Sometimes they thaw
but not enough
so the thought is there
but cannot reach from my brain
through my heart
to my hands.. ..
In other times my mind is woken,
colours flow
shapes fly from my fingers
hot sharp ideas stagger me with their invention.
Later, all is quiet again.
The mood has stormed its way through me.
Calm descends and I am lost in fog again.
Sleep
Now I light my way to bed
Lots of thoughts twist in my head.
Have I shut the door and locked it?
Have I done it, or just thought it?
Have I got a book to read?
Till sleep descends within my head.
Will I sleep or will I wake?
Will I see a red dawn break?
Now I wonder what I’ll dream?
Soft and gentle will it seem?
Life is complex when I wake
Sleep reveals a nightmare fate.
Now I need to rest my head.
So I’m off to sleep in bed.
Can I sharpen my claws
Can I sharpen my claws?
Is it OK to scratch?
You don’t mind my paws
Do you?
Can I sit on the fridge
Watch you take the milk out
Is that cheese you are eating
Can I have just a bit?
Can I lick your face clean?
Are you loving my nose?
I am ready to preen
My whiskers and toes.
Do you think I am fat?
Do you love my long tail?
Can I sit on your hat?
After all I’m all cat. ..
Well balanced
Just when you think
The day couldn’t get more cat
Another view arrives
Like a third bus,
At the same time ,
With the same number,
On the same route.
Squashed on the lid
My well balanced cat
Canterlevered out
Over space,
Your spine curves and stretches
Round like a bridge
Supported at both ends
Strong.
Your head was tucked down
All snuggled till you saw me.
Levitation is your trick today.
March Winds
Tomorrow is March
Month of winds
Whirling round
Sharp and clean..
March comes in
Like a lion
Fights with the world
Shreds trees.
Like a dragon
Breathing cold fire
Bringing rain
And late snow ….
Or
March comes in like a lamb
First day of meteorological spring…
Gentle breezes
Kiss the blossom
Arriving early
In warm breath.
Then the old saying goes
In like a lion, out like a lamb
Or
In like a lamb out like a lion…
Whatever way..
March Roars !
Happy cat
The cat lay on the mat,
paws curved under his chin.
Soft black and white fur.
Ready to purr ….
His eyes are sharp
His claws are sharper
A miaow of satisfaction
comes from his mouth
Asleep, but ready for action.
Megha’s world Tuesday writing prompt “light”
I wrote this poem in response to the prompt “light”. I am not sure how to do ping backs so I will put a link of it on Megha’s page. I am not sure if I’m doing it right. Anyway here is the poem:
Photons, floating through space
At breakneck speed.
Tinier than
The tiniest seed…
Particles or waves
Does anyone know?
It took scientists like Einstein
To try and show
That light is a constant
But only in space
In air it actually
Slows its pace
(slightly)
It pings and zings
It refracts and glows
Holograms shimmer
Insubstantial as mist.
Light is strengthened
and made to Lase
A coherent beam
That can burn and amaze
Light is part of the greatest equation
E=MC2 bright burst
radiation.
Sore throat
Feel like I’ve swallowed glass
Green sharp spikes
lance through my neck.
Swallowing gunge
My nose is burning
My eyes are running…
away from the pain
Limbs ache and feel heavy.
Gargle of salt in water
to ease the hot stabbing.
Shivers and shakes make me want to sob.
Where’s my breakfast, he says…..
