Simple swirls and spirals
Helical, spring like,
Layered pattern,
A tornado or galaxy
Hurricane or sink outlet?
Spiralling out of control.
An intricate web has been spun.
Whirlpool spins and tugs
Ties you in knots.
Spiralling
Tag: Poem
I am
I am a coffee cup
Drawn in photoshop
I was my owners friend
Until I got broke
My owner dropped me
And as I fell
I hit my limb on the floor
I had no handle any more
Our friendship has lasted though
Now I sit proud
I have a Christmas cactus to hold
On my gentle grey inside.
Cats eyes
Gold or green
Yellow or Blue
Cats are stars
Love them, do
Iris opens wide
And then
Slits appear
The sun to hide.
Bright and early
Morning light,
Beautiful cats eyes
What a sight!
Looking back
Canal barges at Etruria
Dappled in the tree shade
Sparkling shimmers on the water
White bridge over canal
Snaking rudder stripes
Chimneys and canal roses.
Heat and sunlight.
Pattern by the towpath
Canalside spectacular view.
Hot toast and tea
Lashings of toast
Slurping of tea
Having a snack
Just for me
Butter on bread
Melted and soft
Strong cuppa to go
With hot toast you see.
Almost a year
Almost a year
Time has moved on
From when I heard
That you were gone
The Earth around the Sun
That shone
Has turned full circle
And flown on
Around the galaxy
So that now
We cannot ever
Return anon.
Still raw my thoughts
Reach back in time.
I miss you so
Hence this Bad rhyme
I hope that if you were to glance
At this mad poem
You’d laugh and prance
And tell me ‘chill!’
Take no heed
We must survive
Old life’s sad dance!
Hot cat
The cats run out
It’s cooler under the trees
Where the breeze blows
Sleeps in the bushes
In the shade of green
They come in for food
Then scarper away
Before I can catch
Up with them
27 °C or more today
Too hot for cats…
Too hot
Flower or Sun?
Sunflower fun
Digitally drawn
Edited with love
Playing with colour
To make it less bright
Always experiment
Like a digital atom
Exploring it’s orbit
A phantasm of heat.
In my dreams
In my dreams I’ve flown to Mars
Months in space beyond our globe.
Spinning microgravity ship
Holds me in its gentle arms
Final days and then descent
Falling through a cold thin air.
Retro rockets saved the day
Landing on a desert of red.
Never going there again
Cost too much and I’m afraid
I’d never spend another night
On Elesyums Planitia’s slopes of red
I’d rather spend my dreams in bed.
An astronaut? Not me, I’ve said.
Sunrise
The sun rise is later every day
The birds still wake and sing
At the same time
Their day stretches
From wing tip to wing tip
Music soaring before the sun
Even when night is darkest
Before the dawn
They know to sing…
The liquid notes of the robin
Pierce the night.
Mallaband-Brown 