Rough,
Tired,
Aches and and pains,
Sleepy,
grabbed by gravity,
sunk,
coughing,
sneezing,
snotty,
did I say tired?
Just a cold,
nothing to see here.
Going to sleep.
Counting sheep.
How I feel
Tag: Poetry
Under the weather
Dry throat
Dry cough
Feeling under the weather
Like a desert
Full of spiky cactus
Stuck in my throat
Cold and tired
Frosty and foggy brained.
Bring back cool showers
And gentle breezes.
Taking time
To recover.
What’s on the easle?
They ask
‘what’s on the easle?’.
I say
‘a lot of stuff’
Tissues and a coffee cup
And other sorts of muck
A drawing of a dragon
A pallette and a brush
A green painted canvas
If you really want to look….
I ought to be painting
But there’s been a delay
My minds gone off the boil now
It’s not coming out to play…
One day I’ll get my mojo back
I’ll start to paint again
But till that day my easle
Is a place to rest my brain!
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A photo of a Christmas tree
And a cat called ‘Stew’!
He’s reading
He’s not watching tv
He’s reading
He’s finding out
Facts and figures
Fiction and delight
Sitting reading
Relaxing and settled
Sunday afternoon
Comfortable life.
Merged
Merged,
Me and he
Forty years together
Him and me
Us.
Blue and brown eyes
Beard and bare face
White hair and brown
Smile and frown
Friendship, partners
Together.
Thinking of you
And me
Life sentences
Words
Time.
Sunset today
Sunset
Branches reaching
Like Michaelangelo’s
Painting of God
And Adam
Stars of the Sistine,
The branches reach out
In a sinuous curve
Do the limbs and twigs
Touch, spark
Set fire to the coming night?
The sunset blazes on….
Stained glass window like
Beauty.
Is it a ship?
Is it a fence?
Yes it’s a fence…
Sunset scene,
Sky and clouds,
Metal railings
Holds us out.
Grass is green
The weather, clear
A place to walk,
But only accessed
By those that know
The way in,
Where to go?
An alleyway
Or footpath, so
Take a step
And find your way.
Enjoy the ending
Of the day.
Still some light in the sky
And the year turns. I know when we are past the shortest day when there is still light in the sky at after 5pm. It cheers me up.
Daylight
Delights me
Brightens my mood
Makes me smile
Despite the cloud
Banked up
With rain or sleet
Awakens my spirit
Woken from sleep.
Hibernating
I might sleep till spring
Curled up and snug
Warm in my bed
Like a tidy ladybug
The sheets white like snow
Blue shadowed and dug
Deep into the duvet.
Then come springs light
Warm sun so bright
I’ll yawn and awake
Like blossom burst forth,
But till then I’ll wait
And keep warm.
Mallaband-Brown 