Bright poppies shine,
Glow with sun
Grow so red,
Buds stretch and burst.
Dehissance it might be called?
Or is that leaf fall?
Something like that,
There is a word…..
Turgid petals push out and open,
Colour shoots out
Shocks
Surprises
Cheers!
Tag: Poetry
Sunrise this morning
The sun crept up and sideways,
Falling West And South,
Skirting tree branches and
Hopping over leaves.
Each minute, slightly higher,
Each second slightly across to South.
As the Sun reaches its Zenith
It falls behind low clouds,
Grey mist rising,
Now its afternoon.
Already going dark and freezing,
Sunrise forgotten in the crepuscular light.
At Etruria today
Grey day on the canal,
Leaves float,
Cygnets shelter from the rain.
Boats huddle near the bridge,
Wrapped in old tarpaulins.
Smoke drifts up from stoves
that sit below the water levels.
Tea kettles boil and whistle,
Stained hands make a brew,
wiping off excess oil on grubby teacloths.
Leaves create mosaics of moist greens and browns.
Trees splinter into the sky,
Bursting like fireworks
But wet black,
No sparkle
Just grey, wet, dank…
And beautiful.
Tired
I am tired, like a sleeping cat,
Curled up on my chair,
Snuggled with a hot chocolate,
Soft slippers,
Cardigan.
Ready to snooze.
Long day at the fair,
Concentration, talk, natter, chatter.
Sell this, try to sell that.
Be polite, be thoughtful, be considerate.
Now it’s time to rest,
Do my best,
Have to sleep,
Tired.
Four cormorants
Sitting on a raft.
One flew off
Then there were three.
Three cormorants
flapping their wings.
One dived deep…
Then there were two..
Two cormorants
Eating all the fish
One fell in
Then there was one.
One cormorant
Sitting all alone…
Sank to the bottom
Just like a stone…
Rushing by…
Over the hills,
Rushing by,
Stony landscape, see it fly.
Fences blurred, ground so grand.
Limestone cliffs across the land.
Sheep and birds, flocks and herds,
Many miles across we sped,
Down to sea the river led.
Craggy hills round Snowdon lie,
Reaching up into the sky.
Grey clouds scudded on breeze up high.
Rushing wind makes me cry,
As the weather bites, cold again,
Then it comes on to rain.
End of journey, time to rest.
A drink of tea or coffee, best?
A sweet hot cake, a refreshing drink.
Then into bed, in sleep, to sink.
Random poem
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Sent from my
Bed and breakfast
I don’t know if
I like looking at clouds
Sent from the old one
But you said no
I like it when you say that
It’s renound for the first time
This is what you mean
Cats are all a bit of a cold
I don’t know how
to waste your time
This cats will never
be able to help
Next week.
Better go to bed
Better go to bed
I said
As sleep fell in my head.
Better try and sleep
And count some sheep..
Better lie down and rest,
Sleep time is the best..
Try and grab eight hours
Not wake as dawn flowers
Pink sky all lit up
My mind ready to wake up.
My world ready to break up
My life already shattered
Sleep is what mattered.
So better go to bed,
Before night has fled.
Thai for tea
Tasty, toasty, Thai for tea.
Some for you, some for me..
Spicy, juicy, veg and meat,
Delicious meal, oh so neat.
Prawns and pork,
Pac choi too,
Rice and noodles,
Savour it, do.
Trying to paint frost
Brick built through glass,
Blue, crisp, cold sky.
Observed through ice,
Layered, feathered,
Hard and delicate.
Like royal icing,
Infinitely spun in shards.
Spiders Web of facets.
Glinting and clinking in the sun.
Breath burns holes in it,
A cold palm melts into a print.
Frosted glass?
Frosting on a cake?
Feathered moonlight,
Frost…
