Here’s looking at you kid,
The eyes seemed to say,
Like a surreal spider
With multiple eyes.
Don’t fear me
I seem to hear them
You will understand
one day.
I smell a surprise
Sniffed out I see
By my old eyes
And a new view.
Tag: Poem
Ice
Ice like feathers,
ice like blood,
ice poured over the bonnet of a car.
Jack Frosts finger nails have skittered across
Leaving their trail of frozen air.
Ice leaps over
ice slips on,
Ice is strong till it is fractured.
Warm air makes ice wet, clammy, then it melts.
Jack Frost,
Dream maker,
gone.
Finding poetry
Up until a couple of years ago I didn’t write poems. Then I came here and decided to have ago.
One way of generating words is to write a short sentence then hit the middle key of the suggested words in the spellchecker. Occasionally you have to try a few times if it comes up with a symbol or something completely unusable. Sometimes you get interesting results:
A found poem on my tablet,
what do I think,
So why was it fished?
if feathers cut
So why add sound?
So if typing
I’m The drawing
The quality commission,
The drawing was created
this was very sad
So what happens in the fridge?
I know this completely bonkers but I enjoy the surreality of it. X
Clouds in Wales
Bars of clouds ascend on high.
Coloured lights paint the sky
How I wish I could return,
to that land of woods and fern.
Mountains high
and valleys deep,
Singers from the Mines and Steel.
Workers with their hands and feet
Love their land through wake and sleep.
I can only look from far
Wishing always to be there.
Welsh by ancestors alone,
Looking cross the border land
Perhaps one day I will lie
Between the earth and cloud barred sky.
8.30am
I haven’t slept
He keeps me awake
When he mutters
All the time
In his sleep .
I am cracking
My mind is numb
Except for an ache behind my eyes.
My dry eyes
Tired out
Quiet
That’s what I need…..
Sleep
Digital dancer
I’m using my tablet so I can draw in sketcher free which allows you to draw flowing spiralling lines.
Is she singing ?
Or listening to birdsong?
Will it fly,
Or has it landed
I the wind is streaming,
Or she is running?
You decide…..
Waiting for Spring..
It’s barely winter, and I’m waiting for Spring.
The snow hasn’t fallen yet, I’m waiting for Spring.
The skies are grey, waiting for Spring.
Snow drops awaken, for Spring.
Daffodils flower in Spring
Walk and relax.
Cold grey, January day.
Duck lake, not Swan,
And every one is an ugly
One.
Muddy footprints,
Bike tracks too.
Mountain bikes rush past
Out of the blue.
Bare trees, bare branch.
Bare seat. Too cold to sit.
The wind is chill.
No time to stay still.
But walk a mile
Enjoy the view.
No longer frozen
Hands warm
Breath full
Revived.
Trees
I have a lot of trees in the garden but my partner always wants more. I tried counting them once. We have 3 leylandii, a crack willow, a walnut, 2 cherry trees. A couple of apple trees, a pear tree, an oak, a eucalyptus a plum tree. Also a couple of Ash trees, and a mountain Ash. Oh and a silver Birch tree. A small beech tree, and a fir and Christmas tree. A monkey puzzle tree, a lilac tree, a sycamore and an acer. .. Too many .. Enough!! Plus there are bushes and shrubs….
It’s no wonder I can’t get flowers to grow. Its too shady and dry!
No more trees please,
That’s enough,
Growing tall.
Shades the ground.
Leaves a plenty,
In the sun,
Stops the flowers growing,
It’s no fun.
Give light a chance
Let daffodils unfold,
Bluebells flourish
Campions show pink,
And cranesbills cover the garden.
Flu
Green and snotty.
Hot and fitful
Sweaty and tired
Coughing
Spluttering
Shaking
Shivering.
Aching.
Tired,
Sneezing,
Tight chest
Sore throat,
Pain,
Bleary eyes,
Sleepy,
Stuffy,
Blocked nose.
Sleepppppyyyy….
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