New paintings and regular art updates.
Anything,
I will not paint (I ache)
My neck aches, my eyes ache.
I’m hot, I feel like grot.
I’m resting, and waiting.
Thinking, and dozing.
I’m wobbling and dizzy.
Shoulders and hips hurt,
Head aches, body breaks.
Need an amalgam of gentle remedies.
Soften this agony,
Rest and recovery.
Shattered nerves sting.
Brown liquid,
Warm and wet,
Or cream laden with whisky.
Milk and sugar? Two lumps please.
Mug, grande, medium, espresso.
Perk up your life,
Decaff blues.
Your cup runneth over with froth.
Black or white.
It’s your choice.
My head feels like it’s about to explode.
I’ve got the lurgy.
The snots.
My nose has legs and is running.
Very green sneezes.
My bones are aching badly.
Even my feet ache.
Stomach and back are sore.
Fed up.
I’ll sleep……
And one jelly mould.
Why write about that?
Because the world is mad
I thought I’d be mad too
I don’t want to be depressed
I would like some cheer
I’d like some fun.
So why not fridge magnets?
To reflect my magnetic personality?
Probably not!
The season of Autumn is upon us, despite having temperatures of 33.7°C in some parts of the country this week.
Today was cooler, we had rain, the sky had been cloudy all day.
Autumn, changing days
Sun sets early, rises late.
Leaves turn from green to flame.
Ending a summers growth.
Fruit and fungi burgeoning
Apples become sweet, pears ripe.
Leaves lie deep, scrunch and crunch.
Life settles down until winters slumber.
This image is for illustration purposes only and does not represent the people in the poem.
Love held them together, and apart, for twenty years,
First love was theirs, second love someone else’s.
Only third love bought them together again.
Maybe a fourth love will change things?
77% awake at 4.06 am?
77% alive?
77% of life gone?
Only 77% energy?
Three quarters or so full of vim and vigour?
Where did the other 23% go?
77% of questions answered?
77% of sleep yet to fill?
Waiting for 100% capacity,
Striving for 23% more enthusiasm.
Fighting for 77% of recognition,
Hating 77% of what?
So much to say and do,
Give me twenty three percent more!
Ah, now it’s 79% at 4.18am…….
I saw this challenge on Facebook.
Type a phrase then chose the middle button of spell checker to continue. I thought it might make a poem? The phrase is… I tripped over….
I tripped over
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know if you have the same thing
But I can send you a link
I can add buttons to the list
You might end up with a cold
I have edited the last one first
Good to be a bit more practical
But all I want to get is the best
I have been working on the first week
And the last one they had with me
Food and water and all those days.
Well I’m not sure what I think of it, I think it’s quite emotionless. It’s only an algorithm though. My words. I did edit it slightly otherwise it would have said ‘sent from my Xperia’…
Rose,
Intricate,
Beautiful,
Layers of petals swirl,
Scent of softness
Cream centred
Like whipped cream
Veluptuous,
Soft,
Enticing,
Gentle,
But for your thorns.
The sun was shining through the clouds at Spode this afternoon giving everything a moody look.
Grey clouds, leaden
A glimmer of sun
Bright, yellow, hot
Sizzles through the clouds.
Humid heat festers
Industrial view languishes
Only a few plants
And a cat sleeping in the dust,
But alive,
Better than ruins.
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