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Falling glasses. When you need reading glasses but can manage without them. You rest them on your knees- then they fall off! I was taking a photo of my cat but fumbled with the phone and snapped (not literally) my glasses instead!
What a view
Falling through
The air
Onto my shoe!
You were meant to be
My cat
But as you can see
From where they sat
On my knee
Glasses – not a cat
Fell flat
Splat!
Spinning head
Twisting top
My mind rotates
it just won’t stop
Thoughts tumble
Round and round
My thinking fuddled
Worries sound
In my head
All around.
Lots of problems
in the world
Let’s make peace
Speak calm words
And emnity cease.
Buds are bursting
Leaves are appearing
Pigeons are roosting in the rain
The sky’s are grey
Ducks and geese wander
Round Westport Lake.
A gentle walk
Taking in the view
Dampened by the drizzle
Laceworks of twigs
Fill in the gaps
Soon there will be daffodils
Crocuses and tulips
Then May blossom.
March,
In like a lion
Out like a lamb
(or vice versa)
Soon to be revealed…..
Dove
Call for peace
Give life hope
Keep people safe
Forgive evil
Share love.
Mirror mirror, on the wall
What do you see, the room at all?
Do you see the world around
Clearly see where you are bound?
Into night, away from day
Where your owner learns to play
Music on the piano.
Making every hour go
So when a face you finally show
The thought is there
A face so fair.
I peer from the pier
At the sea
Look at the blue
Waves and sky
The handrail mimics the ocean.w
White clouds the balustrade.
Llandudno pier
Victorian beauty.
Reflections, I see you
Like a glass of fizz
Blown bubbles
Or looking through a window
And paperweights can be glass
Bottles may pop
Alchemy of sand
Melts into liquid beauty.
Run to me
Race across the fields
Rush like the wind
Raise dust with your hooves.
Gallop fast
Gather your strength
Give your heart to the world
Gentle and strong.
Fly like a bird
Full of excitement
From steepest of mountains
Farthest shores.
Horse, men call you
Held in esteem
Highest quality of beauty
Happy to see you.
Sweet treats without sugar
Neatly packaged
Sour until ripe
Peel and see
What’s inside
Flesh and juice
Bite into it
Taste
Today’s prompt for Esther Chiltons limerick challenge is Bread this week. I wrote this poem to be humorous and although I hate marmite I wouldn’t try and stop anyone else eating it.
Limericks have two rhyming lines at the start, then two lines with a different rhyme and then one single, final line, that rhymes with the first two.
Maybe it’s time to get your pen out…?
Play with the words, it’s fun, no doubt!
Rhyme and couplet
Words you can bet
You can be a real limerick lout!
Mallaband-Brown