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Tag: Poem
Meandering
I sometimes start a blog on one theme and for some reason meander off in a completely different direction. Like a river meanders randomly, curving one way then the other.
Curving frequently, tributaries joining,
Increasing the flow, sinuous,
Like a snake, swallowing its own tail,
In places becoming, forming through sediment,
A famed oxbow lake, a tiny part of the whole, trapped and landlocked.
When it reaches the sea all its strength is dissipated.
Numerous streams wander a delta down to the water.
Seagulls trim their wings
And fly fiercely overhead.
My story meanders again,
As a gull steals my chips ……
I started at point A, wove around and ended at point B. Strange how like a journey we can be transported by words, drift along into a story or a song… .
Dreams
Lost in a dream, my thoughts engulf me.
Hidden deep below my surface mind,
Jagged edges, or soft pillowing breezes,
Cats turn into cacti, spiking my hands,
Squid tangle my hair in the deep ocean of gravity.
How do I find my way out, up, into night time waking or daylight glimmers.?
Shifting sands release my breath, choosing to push me up out of sleep.
Slumber expelling me for the day, until it slips back around me. Pulls me back down to the abyss. And I sleep and dream……..
Desiderata?
I used to have a desiderata pinned up on a wall but it’s disappeared somewhere. So I tried to remember (vaguely) what it said. I tried to get the gist of what it meant. It’s turned into a sort of poem.
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Zing
Zing, is it a thing?
Bling of shades,
Ping of pink,
Springing out,
Bright sight.
Giving joy,
No not coy,
But a fight,
Of colours
In flight.
Stars
A glass star
Made by my man
Held together with love
Fused into one piece
By the heat
Of the sun.
Lost cat
Cat hidden in dusty shadow. Lost to the World.
You were smart and neat once, now slightly chipped and nicked.
No longer on display, but hidden in a corner .
Spotted paint is scuffed, dots are faded,
But you can’t leave, you are an old friend .
Will you ever see the light of day, no sign of your return to favour.
Fold yourself into the corner, stay stray until you are called back. Home.
Nightmare?
Wake up, smile at the sun,
that was a dream, move on. 
These few words came to me after speaking to my partner about some particularly bad nightmares he’s been having. He agrees that this is a good thought.
The twelve days of ecology.
Twelve frogs a leaping
Eleven bees a sipping,
Ten cats a jumping,
Nine birds a singing,
Eight fish a feeding,
Seven dogs a panting,
Six deer prancing,
Five gold fish
Four calling herds
Three spring beans
Two collared greens
And a parsnip in a pear tree.!
Happy Merry Christmas everyone x slightly mad I know x
Light patterns
Twist and tear
Let light scratch up
Twigs and branches
Silhouette the clouds
Weather pleasant to come.
Getting chilled for Christmas.
Read the weather from the sky.
Hug a mug of coffee
See Dawn in and out.
Mallaband-Brown 