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.
Tag: Poem
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.
Looking two ways
Remember the future
Wait for the past
How do we know
Times arrows flow past ?
Broken to mended.,
Crumbled to fixed…
I know its happened
Days before this.
Weather makes patterns
Time takes your mind
Going to sleep
And wake up past this.
Go forward and backwards
Through times tangled forest,
Caught in the branches, twigs and boughs,
Only returning slowly to now.
This cat is sat…
This cat is sat
On the mat,
On my feet,
You can feel the heat,
Of his body
I’m pinned to the floor,
Can’t reach the door.
His big white paws
Rest on my feet.
Cat sat on mat,
He must be fat.
he’s heavy
And he isn’t moving.
Warm purrs arise,
I’m stuck
Curled cat.
Ferns
Ferny fronds fly
Feathered leaves
Floating in the sky…
Reflected
Internally reflected,
Bright shining sky,
Water pools serenely
Clouds burst with flame.
Pinks and grey’s co-mingle,
Blues and violet rain,
Lowered in black conundrum
Flowers that will confound.
Branches, trees, buildings,
All so pristine,
Sparkle with a magic,
Glitter with a sheen.
Middle space poem
One silly challenge I’ve found on Facebook is typing a phrase than clicking the middle spellchecker option to make a sentence or in this case a random poem.
I’ve decided my phrase will be:
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..
The link to university of Manchester
and us a metallic clunk
The artist from the pottery
The link is getting very
The artist had used a cat
in speaking to encourage
even more involvement
The link to her page
here Ive real use
The artist from Spode
at least I’m going back
memories that people
The link inch
The artist had used to be a circular
The link is broken
The artist from the road.
So thats weird……
Dawn
I just accidentally clicked on the new editor and didn’t understand it at all. My photos uploaded straight away but then I couldn’t work out how to add text? Has anyone else used it yet?
Anyway ..
Dawn,
Bright sky, blue moon, sharp stars.
Pink and yellow sparkle,
Flat blue and violet.
No clouds this morning,
Just smoke trails in the blue.
Azure hue, tinge of grey.
Twigs and branches scratch holes
Through into the night.
Fingers of dark pulling down the dark,
Dawn into Dusk.
Rainbow
Where is my pot of gold?
My lottery win.
When does my luck strike,
Tickets worth a million?
No chance.
But I will chase the dream
Gamble with my life
End the day so low,
No more shining light.
Colours glitter in the sky,
Shimmer in the night,
Then my life is thrown away,
Gold dissolved by rain.
OK that’s not very cheerful but I tried. I guess I should be talking about the colours but the lottery winning numbers were on TV… .
