Are you a lonesome pine?
Single, all alone.
Broke. Breaking, shattered
But still alive.
You prop yourself up
Naked limbs exposed.
Caught in the sunlight.
Our shadows see you
Your longevity
Precedes you…..
A single tree
Tag: Poem
Old roses
Autumn is coming,
the roses are fading.
Blue sky has mackerel clouds.
Sea breezes are cooler
laden with moisture.
Soon it will be
‘the season of mist’s
and mellow fruitfulness’
that some forgotten poet
(forgotten by me)
once wrote about.
Beauty and the Beast
watch the petals fade and fall….
Will they catch them
before it’s too late?
Faces
Looking at you
Your profile
You don’t see me
You glance is
at your reflection
Admiring your face.
Don’t let your smile fade
When you see me…
Reflected
You’re so shiny
I can see my face
Reflected in your paint
Chrome work polished
To a mirror like surface.
Silver and Maroon,
With black fittings
You sparkle in the sunshine,
Drawing admiring glances
But watch out for
Sticky toffee fingerprints,
Icecream smears
A day out of dangers
To your paint work.
I love
Icecream
Can’t get enough
Sweet treat
Cooling balm.
Too much
Sugar rush
But too little
I’m sad
In a mood
My favourite
Food!
Caterpillars
Crawling and creeping
Eating and munching
All over my nasturtiums
They chomp the leaves.
Soon to crystallise
Into chrysalis, cased-
What will the pupate into?
Butterflies, Moths, Sawflies?
Holey plants turned to beauty….
Still growing
How does my garden grow
Fast and green
Full of colour
Spreading out
Hard to walk through
So many plants
Too many plants?
Very lovely to see…
No golden bells
Or cockle shells
Or pretty maids all in a row?
No just colour and flowers!
Waiting
He’s getting better
And I’m waiting.
For when his eye is better
Than it is now
For when his mouth has healed.
For when his fur is clean.
White as snow and black as charcoal.
Happy again, healthy and healed.
Hmmm
Hmmm
What am I thinking
What am I doing?
Staying up late again.
NOISE OUTSIDE?!
What is that?
The cat fighting the cat flap!
She’s allowed out
But she can’t always get back in
A bit to small and thin!
The stray cat smashed
The cat flap
Now it’s held together with
glue and tape.
We need a new one.
Late night thoughts…
Shakey Arm typing
Wibbld wobble
Tyoenig with a
Shakey Arm.
The phone wibbled
As I tye
I’m not goikng to.
Correct what
I type.
Shaking and vibratung
How do i catcb
Tye letters as
They dance under
My fi get?
Spend agrs
Correcring
Grrr!
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