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I decided to write a poem on a poetry page on Facebook. Here it is.
I would like to be brave and post something here.
But my poems are mostly spontaneous.
An explosion of thought on the page.
My mind dances around thoughts,
Spiralling into nooks and crannies.
Flying across the landscape of my brain.
Hopefully landing safely and intact.
There’s not enough space
I can’t get past!
I have to hop over the hose
Skip over the empty pots
Jump into the back door
When I’ve watered it all.
I’m watching the Olympics
Thinking could this be
A new green event?
Oi get out my way!
I want to go to bed.
I know the cat sat on the mat,
But you are way to fat
Just move out of my way
I don’t want to trip over your head
Or get downed by your paw!
Just move off the floor!
You’re a trip hazard….
I’d be curled up asleep
The cracks showing
My breath is no purr
More a slurring creak
I’ve been seen by the doctor
Medication prescribed
Now I wait for recovery
Bleugh
Tired and fed up.
List 30 things that make you happy.
Flowers
Sunshine
Icecream
Shade
Trees
Cats
Purrs
Music
Space
Symphonies
Radio
Television
Films
Documentaries
Food
Hugs
Painting
Gardening
Photography
Friends
Family
Honesty
Oceans
Mountains
Peaches
Home
Swimming
Art
Singing
Astronomy.
My yard, flowers
Apple tree grows,
Next door? Hedge gone
Cut, hacked, defiled.
The view now, roofs
The birds homes shattered.
Where will the roost tonight,
Open up? Let in the light?
But shade gone, it will be blasted by heat.
The sun not shielded.
A sun trap,
No words can tell my despair?
They left a mess and an old fridge!
Well that’s nice to look at
Not!
Trying to make my cold drink cool?
Playing with position, am I a fool…
Place the camera low and see
What’s in the background
Line up the straw
Straight with the door
Blue white view
And green too
Outside the heat
Inside I’m seat-ed
In a cool suite
With a cold, chocolate, sweet
Drinking icy views in.
Slimy algae
On the lock wall
Only revealed
As the water flows
Out of the lock
Through large wooden gates
Made to be moved
When you use a windlass
To raise the sluice gate.
A way of travelling
Up and down hill
In a boat or a barge
Through summer fields.
You’ve got to sketch them
Black and white cats
They gang up on you
And beg to be represented.
Make us handsome and beautiful
They miaow at me.
So I scribble a sketch.
Thank you they say.
That’ll do!
The cat is back
Happy and fat
Sleeping on my chair
I guess that’s fair
So here’s a simple verse
That things had been worse
Now they are good
The cat? He’s my bud!
Mallaband-Brown