New paintings and regular art updates.
Chasing, racing, riding fast
Le Tour enthrals
France in three weeks
A journey of courage
Tail wind, head wind
Peloton group
Cycling up alps
Down valleys
Rain or snow
Burnt by the sun
Super human effort
Yellow Jersey holder
Speed and elation
And the winner is?!
Like a firework
You spark the garden
Into flame.
Stars sparkle
In a green universe
You are galaxies
Of delight
I write about so many things.
Pour out words on the page.
My mind is full of thoughts
Too many to control
They fly out of my eyes,
My ears.
Where to stop?
Someone suggested deleting posts..
Should I remove them?
Cut back, reduce them?
Take the time to edit.
Or just leave them.
Enough or too much?
I will give it thought.
Sweet black cat
Nervous and shy
Stepped towards us
Then ran away
Black shadow in trees
Rush away now
Fast on your paws
Down the road you go
Quick and silent
Shiny and sleek
Now you go
Home you seek.
My arm keeps shaking
Wobbling
Bobbling up and down
Side to side
Weaving about
Tremors and dithers
A bit under control
But then it escapes
Judder and waves
My arm on its own
On a high sea
I wish it was detached
From me!
Feathers,
Cut and cropped
Then twirled
Captured in a frame
They cannot fall
But are held
In crazed glass
Or a cracked mirror,
Life confused by art.
A pleasant view
Seeing green lawns
Milky and blue
skies
An English summer.
Strong stones
Arch over the path
Steps up a curved seat.
Rest here in the shade
Sit for a while
Remember other summers
Long gone.
Stately homes visited
Capability in gardens.
Curled round in sleep,
my hubby and the cat,
snoozing after tea.
Cat’s ears twitch,
hubby snores gently,
perfect peace for a while.
Resting at ease,
calm and relaxed.
Surely it can’t last?
Have to wait and see…
Washed sky
Below tree
Above bluebells
And soil.
Laced branches
Overlap ripples
Twisted leaves
Tie flowers
In knots
Brown soil
Gently wrapped
In moss?
Layers of colour
Knowledge
Immersed.
Off to bed I’d better go,
Not been sleeping well you know.
Now my head will hit the pillow,
Dreams arrive, and nightmares billow.
Give me sleep to round the day,
Make it sweet not cruel or fey.
A deep and dream less sleep I crave,
Like one beneath the very grave.
To wake anew to summers day.
And hope my hayfever keeps well away!
Something I found in my Facebook memories. I still have trouble sleeping. But it’s not THIS bad!
Mallaband-Brown