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Branches and limbs thinning and curving
Straggling twigs like fly away hair.
Skeletal, swooping and sweeping
Black trunk against white clouds.
Old birds nest up high
A roost for a crow?
Like an old venous or arterial system
Your juices are not flowing now
Sclerotic and tired
Can you be rejuvenated
Will your sap rise again?
Are buds hidden,
Waiting to burst-
Stay a while and see
Wait out the winter
Then explode like a firework blooming in light.
Sometimes you just have to let go,
Surprise yourself and others
With something new
A different hue,
Pebbles in a universe of colour,
Expanding infinities
Giddy splashes
Patterns on patterns
Textures and flashes
Giving new thought oxygen
Allowing it to breathe or burn….
I did it again today,
Forgot my phone.
I didn’t have it with me
I’d put it down..
Somewhere…
My mind was elsewhere
Just not here.
So I put it down
And forgot….
That phone has a camera
A way of seeing
And recording my life…
To add to an album
Of happiness or horror.
But without my phone
I am no one
Only memories to remember…….
The moon danced last night
Leaping across the sky
It sang of silver shadows
Falling far and wide
The moon rang with music
Notes of heavenly tunes
Rising and falling
moon bows shining bright
The moon smiled last night
As it travelled overhead
Bathing the world with glimmers
And frosty gauzy white
The moon breathed last night
Cool breezes soft and sweet
Gentle dreaming sighing
Sleep in silent flight.
I got up early
after going late to bed
The sun was below the horizon
The sky was deep red.
Got to take a picture
Run downstairs
Get a few shots of it
Then go back to rest
Will the old rhyme come true?
Red sky in the morning
Shepherds warning ?
No sign of rain,
No sign of snow.
A little breeze
But no freeze..
Sunset has come
No reddened sun
So we will see
What is to be.
I want to be in my bed
Asleep,
Sleeping, snoozing, snoring, napping.
Tired out
Kaput,
Knackered,
Dozing, having 40 winks
Getting some shut eye
Sleeping under the duvet….
Warm, snuggled, wrapped in feather down
Hushed, soft, moonlit,
Hidden in the dark,
Eyes closed but seeing the stars.
Waves of colour.
Dreaming of galaxies and sun’s,
Nebulae encompassing infinity,
Then shrink down, back to the room,
And sleep.. …
All I hear is chatter, chatter.
Shelves in the shed
Now who’s dead?
Rugby goal posts
Radio hosts
He can’t stop talking
About mamod trains
Steam engine running.
Gas and Electric
Phone call chatting,
Constant rattling…
Over the radio,
Over the TV.
My mind switches off.
I’m overwhelmed.
By his talking at me
To me.
Just…
SHUT UP!
