A resting bee
happy to have a seat
luckily I didn’t sit
on it!
Beautiful bee then flew off
onto a bush
of flowers to sip
nectar and dew
and pollen too…
Tag: Poetry
Limerick
When I try and write limericks they sometimes go OK and other times they are a bit rubbish. With this one I was trying to write about something humorous about a cat in a box. But I found rhyming box too hard and swapped it round with cat. So I came up with this ditty… Not pretty…
A box was full up with a cat
Who also liked wearing a hat
He tried on a beret
That belonged to a ferret.
And shared all his food with a bat…
Branches
A mess of branches
before they were covered in green.
When air was cold and blue,
when stems bore ice.
When it was cold at night.
It was chill, and the moon shone,
through miriad twigs.
When night lasted
in the cold darkness,
from early dusk,
to late dawn.
Now the sun rises early
the heat rises to meet it,
I wake up late and fall asleep
late,
in the warm morning air.
Fairy fair
The wire fairies dance together,
flying in a fair,
Twisting and switching
through the warm air.
Flitting through the flowers,
chasing errant bees,
hiding in the trumpet flowers
of convolvulus and weeds.
Little silver fairies,
made of twisted wire,
forged by clever, loving hands,
metal from the fire.
Memory, one year ago.
I wanted to write a poem that rhymed more. A lot of what I write is in blank verse (a poem where words don’t rhyme). I tried to do something more flowing here. Don’t know if it worked. (Could be a song?)
Different time
different place in space,
we’ve moved on,
you and I,
its a different sky.
My time is here,
your time has gone,
my life moves on,
you are almost forgotten.
Don’t force a smile,
you will be fine,
just let me go,
the stars say so.
Do say farewells,
and stay a friend,
but our sweet love,
must have an end.
Mandala.
If I could find the centre of the universe,
would it encompass me?
Would this world be flung far out,
or be held by gravity?
Silent rainbows squirt sideways,
clouds billow outwards,
from the singularity.
Held by an umbilical arm,
tight fist entwined.
Give in to sorrow or joy.
Be free.
Digital selfie, feeling old.
Oh I do like playing,
Adding apps,
Changing filters,
Learning ways
To alter pictures
Making weird
Wonderful patterns,
Artistic fun.
Just one step more,
Another filter,
I’m twenty years older!
Well maybe…
Edit!
Water
Water ripples
Glossed like oil
Shimmer and flow
Slipping over rocks
Running along
Till it pools and swirls
Sunlight sparkles and glimmers
Rushing and then easing
Water is life
Water is precious.
Bird song
There’s a robin singing in the garden at 1.00 am….. Its so quiet I can really hear its liquid song..
Melodic beauty
high and liquid
like tinkling water,
cheering and full of joy.
So quiet at one second,
then a glissando of notes.
Music in nature,
beauty and serenity.
Wonderous gift.
Peace.
Solstice
As the year waxes and wanes,
as time passes,
light rises and falls.
Life comes and goes,
hearing bird song, then silence.
Summer solstice,
the world is warm,
but days will shrink and shrivel.
Winter solstice,
the promise of warmth,
locked in ice,
day lengthens, nights slowly shrink.
North and South
seasons, polar opposites.
Hot in one hemisphere,
cold in the other.
Unless, near the equator,
seasons are less obvious,
No frozen wastes here.
World floating in space,
around Sol, the Sun, our star,
Earth tipped at an angle,
anchored by moon,
held in mutual gravity
Eternal?
Mallaband-Brown 