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!
Sore throat
Tag: Poem
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.
Pounced on
By a cats paws
Feeling the kneeding of claws
Into my poor knees
Sharp and pin like
Making holes in my flesh!
But I love them so much
I forgive them totally.
In memory
I saw a prompt on Esther Chilton’s page “dreams” and decided to write a poem about loss to respond to it. Here it is.
In my dreams you are still here
I grasp your hand to pull you near
To say “goodnight” to you my sweet,
As my heart trips and skips a beat,
To have you here, to hear you speak,
That is the dream I really seek.
I know that you have gone away,
Will never see another day.
I’m in a dream now, holding on
To memories of you though you’ve gone.
Crying
Crying is cathartic
Tears relieve stress
But do they ever stop?
Many more to come
Will they ever end
When will they be done?
Quiet nights are worst
But even in the day
Tears will still fall
Thinking, all alone
In my little home
Sadness overwhelms.
Looking forward’s hard
Past this veil of tears
Into future years…
No room on the bed
No room on the bed for me
The cats were sleeping you see!
When I tried to seek
Some room to count sheep
The cats wouldn’t move or flee!
I’ve just done a limerick for Esther Chiltons weekly challenge, and it inspired me to write another one about the cats I found on the bed last night.
Sky
Waves on the beach
Waves in the sky
Welsh view,
Happy memories.
Light and dark
Sparkling and shadows
A world of wonders
I’m amazed at it’s beauty.
A memory to cherish.
Fall asleep
How do you unwind after a demanding day?
I don’t sleep well at night
But after a demanding day?
I fall asleep in the chair
I close my eyes and hours
Days? Go by…
Sleep is a benefit and a curse
Memories and dreams
Nightmares and revelations
Thoughts and fears
After that I go to bed
Insomnia hits like a brick
And I lie awake for hours.
No room for me
Oi cats! Let me in…
It’s MY Bed!
I want to sleep
Don’t stare impassively
Shift your paws please!
This beds for me…
There’s space on the other side
Enough for ten cats
And their toys!
So shift over
No don’t run away
Just snuggle down
And let me snooze.
Mallaband-Brown 