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!
Shaking
Tag: Poem
Surreal
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.
View through
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.
Black and white, black and white cat.
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…
Green, Blue, Green, Blue, Brown..
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.
A four year old poem!
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!
Passion flower
Fascinating flower
Full of passion
Enchanted star
Frilled and stellar
Surviving the coldull
Full faced like the sun
Blooming with mystery
Suffragette colours
Passionate
Strong.
Ow! Sunburnt,
We had to find shade!
The sun beat down through clouds
Fighting the atmosphere
Hunting my flesh
Sizzling and scalding
Burning flesh
So hot it hurt
Red skin turning bright
Feeling a glow
Feeling hot
No shivers
No chill
Hot and smarting
Summer arrives
Hay-fever eye
Itch! Eyelashes scratch
Nose running
So fast
Doing 100 meter
Dash!
Red and bloodshot
The pollen high
A cloud of dust
Flowing in the sky
Need eye drops
Nose spray
Tablets too
You won’t beat me
Hay-fever, you!
Pool at Dorothy Clive Garden.
The one thing that did disappoint me today was the pool, usually there are mounds and shapes of lots of different plants, but with the cold wet May we had things haven’t grown yet. Hopefully on our next visit it will be burgeoning with flowers and foliage.
Still we think we saw a couple of newts in the pond, together with goldfish and dark carp. The waterlilies are growing up and starting to spread. All in all it was a lovely early Summer day out.
Blue sky
warm water
goldfish swim lazily
mayfly dart across the surface
waterlilies open pale petals slowly
the world is calm
clouds float in an azure sky
contemplate
and relax.
Mallaband-Brown 