I’m muddled and muddied
Confused and twisted
I’m all out of coping
My strength has diminished
But I have to cope
Twist the strands of hope
Back together again.
Find my way through the fog
Out of the maze
Into light.
Trying to change
Tag: Poem
British barbecue
A queue in the rain
For a British barbecue
Waterfall effect is a pain
Smoke and drizzle falling
Barometer says thunder
Must be summer
No chance to simmer
In the sun’s rays
And charcoal briquettes?
Won’t light in the deluge…
Soggy burgers and hotdogs?
Make the most of it..
Next week snow, or fog!
Esther’s limerick challenge. Luck
Every week Esther Chilton posts a limerick challenge. This week’s Monday limerick word was “luck”.
Sometimes these are easy, other times hard. This week’s wasn’t bad.
Basically a limerick has two rhyming lines of a longish length, then two shorter ones that rhyme using a different pattern and then finally the last line is longer and goes back to the first type of rhyme. Have a go yourself on Esthers page?
My limerick is :
Finally I have had some good luck,
I found lots of gold in a truck,
it was hidden away,
in an old parking bay,
at the home of the Pirate called “Hook”!
Look outside
In a gallery
But looking outside
Fresh green against brick red
Daylight catches the wall
As sun starts to set.
Always look outside the box
The view might change
Your thoughts too….
Chances are
You’ll see something new.
Thanks for the catnip mum!
Loud purrs, happy fur, cats got catnip highs.
Writhing around, sniffing the ground and covered in bits of nip!
Glued to the mat, cheery cat, sitting and rolling about.
It does amaze me, how they go crazy all for a few flakes of cat mint!
Silver birches
Sunlight on birches
Silver and brown.
Spring is a blooming
In woods and on ground.
Bluebells are over
Now comes the new
Garlands of roses
Covered in dew
Clematis climbing
Lilac are blue
Purple and white
Flowers scented too.
Remember the birches
Other trees shine
Oak tree and walnut
Hornbeam and lime
Oh lovely summer
In you come soon
When sunlight is brightest
At wondrous noon.
Floating branches
Imagine branches floating high
Just hanging there with no tree by
To support their weight
An oddity
Somewhere alien do you cry?
A myth, a fantasy, a spectral trick?
No all I did was crop the pic
Doubled up the photo twice
Got this image looking nice!
Voila an abstract play of tree
Made quite simply, by me!
Sore throat
Ugh!
Gotta bug!
Feeling ill and tired.
Didn’t sleep
Stayed awake
My throat sore
When I swallowed.
Feeling hot
Headache too
I don’t know
What I’ve acquired!
Better be well
I two days time
When singing
I will be
With a choir!
Cactus abstract
I was feeling spiky
A bit annoyed today
Something like a cactus
On a hot summers day.
Then I thought of flowers
The way they emerge
Sometimes out of nowhere
When the cactus has a surge
Of growth when it’s ready
To make a new plant
It made me feel happier
My mood more valiant.
Bench
Why are you facing inwards bench?
Can’t you see the beautiful view?
The green and yellow hills
Beyond the fence…
Tiny farmhouses dotted alongside feilds
Sun shining on a golden harvest?
But I look in, said the bench
I see the quarry garden
Dug out of soil and stone
Carved into a bowl
Lined with rhododendrons
Azaleas, beech trees, oaks
Full of colour now, gaudy flowers
A waterfall splashes and ploshes
In the quarry cauldron
Hidden sculptures in maze like paths
Yes beyond the fence is lovely
But the Dorothy Clive garden is special.
Mallaband-Brown 