Still growing
Flowering, expanding
Drinking in light
Leaves green and patterned
Delicate petals
Give calm delight.
I hope they continue
Until the frost
Destroys
My hanging baskets
Tag: Poem
Sketching dragons
Doodling dragons
Drawing scales
Digital drawing
Liquid effect
Writhing in the sky
Hovering high
Digital dragon
Tail trailing in the sea.
Tide
In and out
Out then in
Turn about
Sink or swim
Splash and shout
Try to float
water wings
Take a boat
Walk the sand
Paddle in water
Tide turns round
As the moon grows brighter.
Cooked!
A tasty morsel
A solid lump?
No soft and sweet
Moist and crunchy
It was a treat
It turned out good
Now I’m stuffed
With bread, butter and banana pud!
Age
Aging, wrinkled
Face more ridged
Than a fingerprint.
Saggy, baggy
Loss of smooth
Crumpled, crinkled
Twisting, turning
Reshaping
You exchange
All your atoms
Every seven years?
Why are all mine
Second hand!
Elbows
After almost a month I managed to get upstairs and go to bed last night. I knew it would be difficult sleeping after a month on my own. I didn’t realise how pointy elbows are, or how legs have sharp knees! So I wrote this little poem… !
Sleep, I need it
But elbows get in the way
Digging in my ribs
And back
Turning night into day.
What I mean is
I just have to say
That when you’ve
Spent a month alone
Sharing a bed again
Is full of elbows
And knees….
Sharp and pointy
Keeping me awake
Till dawn.
I
Flat
I feel flat
Flattened
Stuck at the bottom
Of a valley
No way to climb up.
Flat as a pancake
Flat as a skillet
Flat as a newspaper
Ironed flat
Two dimensions
Not three
Did I mention?
I feel flat
Deflated
All my bubbles
Burst…
Free meal?
A fourth cat is trying to muscle in with my other three cats. We think she’s female and she has spent an hour yowling in the garden. We have two indoor /outdoor cats and one outdoor/indoor cat. Hubby likes the look of her and went out and fed her!
Cats they are cheeky
They know a trick or two
How to get a free meal
And some loving too!
Yowling and purring
Making such a fuss
She will soon be eating
A free meal, will that puss!
Hidden face
Ignore me
I’m not here
I’m not looking out
Peeping through the plants
A ceramic Puck
Dreaming of Midsummer
Nightingales and poppies
Magnificent oaks
To roam around
And be free…
Limericks
I love limericks… I keep writing them!
There was a young whale from Gibraltar
Who married a young dolphins daughter
They went to a church
But started to lurch
And squashed the vicar on the altar!
Very random and silly I know, it’s sometimes hard to find a rhyme.
Mallaband-Brown 