One yellow leaf, fallen
Sitting with weeds and grass
Old brown leaves
Already over.
Leaves that turn to mulch
Rotting
Nutrients
Sinking
Into the ground
To renew next year
Feed the roots
To grow new shoots
After winters sleep.
Leaf
Tag: Poem
Complicated
Tasty roses, like cake
Spread out like icing flowers
Sculpted into petals
Shaped and molded
Moulded? Moldering?
Complications
Convolution
Like a convolvulus
Flowers that multiply
Given in friendship
Pattern of mind and ideas.
Floating
On a cloud or the sea
Waves washing you
Onto a beach
Bricks and lamposts
Windows and shutters
Chimneys and trees
Cold air and breeze
bluest of blues
Shattering Sapphire
Clouds smudged on the sky.
Brick spaceship
Alien building
Spinning out of control.
Jumble
Lots of stuff,
on window ledges,
filling space,
shared with cats,
plants are growing,
decorated with things,
collected,
ornamented,
sketched and recorded.
Gathering moss,
unable to leave things,
remove things,
bin things,
Hoarder?
Maybe
I’m smiling with my eyes
Do you see me smiling,
behind my mask?
With my eyes.
Yes I’m smiling its true,
gently smiling not grinning.
I walk into shops,
I try to smile,
I want them to know,
I’m a friend.
The mask hides my smile,
I feel hidden.
I could be a robber,
a thief or a shoplifter.
If I wear gloves,
I feel guilty,
like I’m hiding.
So I smile,
even though it’s behind a mask.
Let me go back
Let me go back to 2019
When I played mock mayor
And was wigged in wool hair.
My hubby was wearing
A gown with great bearing
Cross dressed
In his best
In straw hat with beard
While his words were heard
Speaking prattle and tosh
To a crowd all a hush
Paraded the iron market
With oyez oyez, harked
A speech for the day
The people to play
Drink and be glutton
And eat best mutton
Till the end of the day
With nothing to pay.
Mock mayor on that day.
To the world on display…..
Pineapple
A pineapple
Spikey
Neither apple nor pine
Grows on a bush
Causes a hush
When you see it
Juicy and sweet
Packed with yellow pulp
Delicious with cream
Or in an upside down cake.
Pineapple sponge
And custard
Delicious.
Mazed
My minds a maze
The world’s a haze
Memories topple
Like a worm in an apple.
Lost in a haze
Into distance I gaze
Thoughts that occur
Do not always concur.
Finding a thread
That just ends up dead
Seeing a face
But don’t know it’s place?
Older I get
The more…?
I forget.
Tour de
Speed, race
Fly with grace
Up and down
Spinning fast
Curving roads
Peddling hard
Up the mountains
Climbing passes
Into valleys
Over bridges.
Town and village
Country roads
Next to rivers
Oceans, forests
Always chasing
Passing, pacing
Tour de France
Yellow, you’re winning!
Yellow flower
Yellow petals
Flag in grass
Filigree of leaves
A spidery web of filaments.
Daisy reflections
Crumpled and dying
Leaving the world
With less colour
Seed head to come
Holding yellow inside it
Hoping to grow
And glow
Next
Year.
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