Oh no!
My phone is full.
Transfer data to SD card…
OK,
Where have my pictures gone?
What’s happened
Pictures missing
Headache
I’ve lost pictures I was going to use for a painting!
Transfer files
Tag: Poem
Red flower
Red flower
Green stem
Subtle shadows
Small vase
White wall
Old photo
Memory
Shriveled
Wilted
But recalled
Recollected
Only a little longer
Patient cat patiently sits
Waiting for the day
His cone of shame
Will be removed
When he is better
Recovered
Relieved
Then
With one bound
He will be
Free!
Moonlight
Soon will come the new Moon,
running over the sky,
hurtling through space,
so slow but so fast,
arc of light,
thirteen moons and
thirteen months in a year.
Cold and numb I stand and view you. Shocked by your light,
reflected glory.
You are time,
you are a clock,
your face turned to us
but constantly changing.
If one could visit you,
like in the past,
would we see times spell,
it’s awesome power.
Our sad world.
Old man’s bike
Old man’s bike
Has to have pockets,
Man’s old bike
Could be a plant.
Old man’s bike
Oiled and old rusted spokes
Man’s old bike
Malborough County.
Old man’s bike
Elderly wheels
Man’s old bike
With new tyres added.
Old man’s bike
Cycled up the hill.
Old man’s bike…..
He cycled down
Fell off
Landed flat on his back
Arms and legs flailing!
But old man’s bike
Was undamaged!
Varnish
Varnish and stuff
An old bulb
Some pens
A ttube of salon?
Detritus in a glass
Collected then forgotten
Why don’t I throw you away
Why can’t I let go?
So you mean so much.
Should I keep you
Or let you vanish?
Bricks
Old crumbling bricks
And concrete.
Metal plate
supports the wall
Holds it all together
Crumbling industry
Industrial archaeology.
End of an era
Death to a way of life.
Father’s and mother’s passed skills
To their sons and daughters.
Now they are lost.
Forgotten
Shuttered and lost.
Clay and dust.
Daisy flower
Gone now
Daisy flower
Held your head up high
Crumpled petals
Magenta and pink
Feeder of bees
Seed head of spikes
Like an ancient mace.
You are annual
You only flower once
Farewell…
earth
Earth in a hexagon.
I guess that makes me think of bees?
What are we doing to our blue marble?
life will cling on
if we are gone,
hiding in cracks and crevices’
finding the light
maybe
if we are gone
the bees can come back
and re-colonise
earth….
I was bored
When your hubby
brings a cabbage home
Do you draw
a face on it?
Do you knit a scarf
For your leafy friend?
Hold a leafy party?
Do you dress it
In dolls clothes
Put tiny ballet shoes
on it’s roots?
Blusher on its cheeks?
What do you do
When you’re bored?
Mallaband-Brown 