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
Tag: Poem
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….
Pointellism
A swarm of bees
Flies
Or birds,
Form and unform
Swooping and swirling,
Flying,
See an infinity of possibility
A dolphin,
A typewriter,
An elephant
A face?
Some strange creature without features?
Have time to stop and watch,
Make a note of the cloud of bits
Digital? Does it fit?
Is it analogue,
A catalogue of dits, not dots!
Stare
Stop
Stare
See
Look
Watch
Ponder
Think
Focus
Concentrate
Judge
Measure…..
Pounce!
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.
X
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.
