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The world is full of words
Talk is cheap
Grey green gold gossip
Muddy, murky muttering
Sharp staccato shouting.
Pink pretty pouting purring,
Cracked cramped cackles.
Light lilting, laughing lullabies…
Singing or sonorous sound scapes
Violent verbosity
Quiet qualities of queen’s English.
Extravagant evangelising.
Whispered wailing.
Yes words are cheap and cheerful or cheerless.
I phoned you
You didn’t answer
I phoned you
I left a message.
I rang you
There was no answer
I tried and tried
Unknown number
I rang again
There is no service for this number.
No whisper, no sound
No contact
No sign
No signal
Brrrrrrrrr…………. . ……….
Tidal waves of books,
Sloshing round my room,
Pouring down from bookcases
Dripping from tables,
Making a beach of pamphlets
Puddles of novels
A tide of documents.
I sit in a paper sailing boat
Atop an ocean of biography.
Littered with paperbacks
Swimming with pratchett turtles
and the old man of the sea.
I’m drowning in books,
Flooded by books
Waves crashing over my head.
Whirlpools of literature ……..
A friend just requested words ending in ‘age’ and I thought it could be an interesting thought poem…
Age?
Adage,
Phage
Macrophage
Page
Stage you are at or on?
Usage
Rage
Beverage, tea or coffee?
Haylage
Forage
Silage
Tonnage, now that’s heavy
Cage
Mage
Sage
Last ice age?
Cabbage
Carriage
Wage
But not gauge!
You arch the river
Cover the water
Stretch over the bend
Fly across your reflection.
Green trees,
Green grey surface,
Grey and yellow stones
Pale browns.
Your feet touch down in the stream
The curve of you bends over the water.
They travel across you
but don’t see your majesty.
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Rift
Split
Crack
Stretch
Faulted
Expand
Cracking
Growing
Volcanic
Faultline
Tectonic
Widening
Stretching
Expansions
Plate tectonics
Growing wider
Fractured rocks
Land expanding
Never ending fire
The world splits in half…..
Don’t you know I love you?
Don’t you know I care about you?
It’s bleak out here
It’s cold and grey.
My heart is lost, broken, destroyed.
It hurts that you don’t care,
It hurts that you’ve gone away,
You are here in body but not in spirit,
You changed before my eyes
Your memory has glazed over
Milky white, foggy, out of focus
I can’t break in, I can’t get close
I still love you
Won’t you remember to love me too?
Bold blue
Bright blue
Blue shadow
Ultra blue
Strong hue.
Added flowers
April showers
Blue curves
Ultra marine
Lapis lazuli
Cerulean
Show me a blue
In the sky
In the sea
Show me bright blue
I might buy a flower, to remember her,
I might buy some perfume, or a scarf.
I can’t give them her.
So long ago, years ago, I lost her,
Each year when mothers day comes
I stare at parties of young or old women,
Children with their mums,
And wish she was here.
It’s not mothers day for me.
What a change two years make. Seamus was quite a timid cat. It took me ages to coax him out to say hello and I think you can still see caution on his face here – a couple of months after he arrived. He’s much more self assured now. He loves playing catch chase with his sister. Instead of sleeping in quiet corners or under cupboards both of them now sleep on a cat tree or on the back of the sofa in the middle of the living room.
They both will only eat one flavour of one type of cat food, but it is supplimented with treats and they know how to stare so you share food off your plate.
Cat stares
It knows what it wants
It hypnotises you
To share your breakfast
Lunch
Tea
Dinner
Supper..
How do they do it?
With love and telepathy… !
Mallaband-Brown