One from the past,
a favourite painting,
Cat on the window ledge,
At the top of the stairs.
So long ago,
that plant has grown,
6 ft tall,
out grown the hall.
Now outside in the garden,
The cat is there too
Laid to rest
Favourite of pets.
Tag: Poem
Leaving leaves
Leaves you have fallen,
Clawed the sky then slumped to the ground.
Wet, damp, cold, you shiver on pavements,
You crush together on grass,
Just a carpet of colour flavouring the world.
Only here in temperate lands, leaves fall each year.
North the evergreens take over, south the rainforest.
Here we abide in heat and cold. Sun and rain,
Leaves leave, love fades, life continues.
Grey brown and blue
Your bricks and windows are staring down at me,
a cold wind picks up the few scattered leaves that have invaded the space.
As the sun sets the air glows frozen grey blue,
Pouring cold into green grey tarmac surrounded by factory buildings.
Water droplets frost the car windscreens sitting on the parking lot,
“We are watching you” you seem to whisper, and, I look up to see what may be there.
But just blank and broken windows look back in a long black stare.
Getting in my car I carefully wash away the mist, old buddlea branches scraping the paintwork,
left and left again, into the street, and away from old creeping ghosts and memories of Clay.
Crossed cats paws 🐾
You sat a while, washing, paws crossed in contentment. A tiny leaf near to you, ready for the swift pounce when you see it again. Then dance around the room, catching, lifting it up in the air, only to see it fall again. Your eyes gleam as you lick a back leg, plotting a swift twitch of your paw. A substitute mouse or bird, but far less cruel. Cat you have got cattitude!
Yes
Yes I love you
Yes I do,
Yes I married you,
Yes it’s true.
Yes we are happy
Yes I’m sure,
Yes don’t ask why?
Yes I said so….
Yes I’m angry,
Yes I’m annoyed
Yes it’s your fault.
No I don’t care.
No there’s no problem,
No it’s just words
No I’m not lying.
No it’s just playing.
Because it’s a poem!
Moon
Two photos first with flash, second without….
Moon,
Hazy Moon.
Crescent Moon.
Waining moon?
How can you tell.
Dark side of the moon.
Selene, splendid moon.
I love you moon,
By your light I see my way.
Point me in the right direction,
Follow moon till day.
Blue dots
Oh I do like pattern
I do like dots,
I like shape and colour
Lots and lots.
I like tessellation and
Explanations.
I like playing with shapes
That’s what makes
Me happy.
So happy.
Art from dots
Pointellist spots.
Reddish
Red leaves sprawl on the ground. Reddish brown flights of fancy.
Reddish butterflies spin and whirl. Red and yellow stir the air.
Rubera and Ochre and verdant green. Colours of Autumn shape the world. Russet fingers fling outwards.
Brown’s burn to red, fire and gold. Blackened and rotting as cold and rain dampen their crisp outlines.
Give back to the soil, returning to earth. Wilderness and suburbs mashed together, following the floating leaves down stream to the sea.
Life renews, water falls, tree branches lie dormant until warmth returns to rebuild their leaves from the air we breathe.
Green and brown woman
Progress takes time and thought,
Progress means learning,
Finding your way,
Looking back as well as forward,
Learn from your mistakes,
Find your technique,,
Give time a chance and
Catch up with yourself.
Mind is strange,
Mind knows and sees.
Mind gets ahead, sees a solution
Before you know
How to
Do it
Paint it.
Grow and progress
I was just going to write a short note about how this is progressing but it turned into a little poem. Better get back to work.
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Flying horse
Why does the horse fly?
No wings, does it levitate?
Or is it a magic stallion ?
Or tied up with string
Flying cables, high wires?
Horsehead nebula in the sky?
Pegasus chased by Orion?
Old rocking horse or fairground ride,
Extreme dream, circus show,
Witches ride bareback
Mane streaming
Fly
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Mallaband-Brown 