Who am I talking to?
Why am I here?
Do I bore you
With this blog.
Expressing myself
Sharing my thoughts
Or is it just an echo chamber
Like vanity publishing.
Do you want me to be here?
Or should I desist.
Stop all this?
Why blog?
Tag: Poem
Jetpack powered?
What does Jetpack powered mean
And why do I have to have it on my screen?
It keeps popping up on my page.
I’m not exactly in a rage.
But I am perplexed
Am I supposed to be impressed?
Is it a subtle advert
To prove that I can assert
My posts will be speedy
And not leave me needy
With WordPress
More or less.
Mackerel sky
Ripples in the sky
Blue and white
Stripes like the side of a fish
A mackerel gliding
Swimming over us
In cold beauty
Or a doves wings
Flapping in slow motion
Stop and go animation
Leaving white shadows
across the sky…
Outside
The cat sits outside
In the dark
By the door
Looking at me.
I call her in
She ignores me
Her head starts to move
But not to come in.
She’s watching a moth
She’s sitting on the pavement
As cars drive by
Calmly watching
Flitting moths.
I shut the door
Give up
She’s happy.
Too many colours?
Triangles and squares
Tangled nightmares?
Or coloured patches
Tiles as thatches
Worn and softened
By digital drawing hand
Playing with space
In this doodling race
Rainbow that rhymes
Abstract at times.
Heart
Palpitating
Beating
Shuddering
Ticking
Heart ache
Soft
Emotions
Feelings
Meaning
Healthy
Pumping
Pressure
Blood
Peaceful
Heart
Love
❤️
Wind blows
Wind blows
and cat knows
Which way the wind is blowing.
Bird flies
And follows
The wind southwards
To find a home to brood
It’s young chicks.
Cat looks North
Bird comes South
May they miss each other
In the windy sky.
Window
I see all ways
Up, down, side to side
A window on the world
No where to hide.
Flying through space
Into the distance
Blackbird swoops
Sings and spirals
In joy and love.
Like my heart
In the summer
Like a butterfly
Fluttering.
One more for tonight
A doodle based on the previous post about the environment. They say allergies are caused by being bought up in conditions that are too clean so the body does not learn how to react normally to its surroundings.
Feeling stressed
Thinking of nature
But suffering hay-fever!
Eyes water
When I try and commune
With the outside world
The pollen
So tiny
Can keep me trapped.
Sneezing
Enclosed
Removed from nature!
A short walk
Two wild poppies
On a short walk
Waved to me in the wind
Jolly red and bright.
On rough ground
Seeds had fallen
Nurtured with rain
Baked in the sun
Bright poppies
Like happy smiling children
Waved to me
In the wind
On a short walk
