I haven’t slept
He keeps me awake
When he mutters
All the time
In his sleep .
I am cracking
My mind is numb
Except for an ache behind my eyes.
My dry eyes
Tired out
Quiet
That’s what I need…..
Sleep
Tag: Poetry
Digital dancer
I’m using my tablet so I can draw in sketcher free which allows you to draw flowing spiralling lines.
Is she singing ?
Or listening to birdsong?
Will it fly,
Or has it landed
I the wind is streaming,
Or she is running?
You decide…..
Waiting for Spring..
It’s barely winter, and I’m waiting for Spring.
The snow hasn’t fallen yet, I’m waiting for Spring.
The skies are grey, waiting for Spring.
Snow drops awaken, for Spring.
Daffodils flower in Spring
Walk and relax.
Cold grey, January day.
Duck lake, not Swan,
And every one is an ugly
One.
Muddy footprints,
Bike tracks too.
Mountain bikes rush past
Out of the blue.
Bare trees, bare branch.
Bare seat. Too cold to sit.
The wind is chill.
No time to stay still.
But walk a mile
Enjoy the view.
No longer frozen
Hands warm
Breath full
Revived.
Pointellism
A swarm of bees
Flies
Or birds,
Form and unform
Swooping and swirling,
Flying,
See an infinity of possibility
A dolphin,
A typewriter,
An elephant
A face?
Some strange creature without features?
Have time to stop and watch,
Make a note of the cloud of bits
Digital? Does it fit?
Is it analogue,
A catalogue of dits, not dots!
Stare
Stop
Stare
See
Look
Watch
Ponder
Think
Focus
Concentrate
Judge
Measure…..
Pounce!
Dreams
Lost in a dream, my thoughts engulf me.
Hidden deep below my surface mind,
Jagged edges, or soft pillowing breezes,
Cats turn into cacti, spiking my hands,
Squid tangle my hair in the deep ocean of gravity.
How do I find my way out, up, into night time waking or daylight glimmers.?
Shifting sands release my breath, choosing to push me up out of sleep.
Slumber expelling me for the day, until it slips back around me. Pulls me back down to the abyss. And I sleep and dream……..
Zing
Zing, is it a thing?
Bling of shades,
Ping of pink,
Springing out,
Bright sight.
Giving joy,
No not coy,
But a fight,
Of colours
In flight.
Stars
A glass star
Made by my man
Held together with love
Fused into one piece
By the heat
Of the sun.
Lost cat
Cat hidden in dusty shadow. Lost to the World.
You were smart and neat once, now slightly chipped and nicked.
No longer on display, but hidden in a corner .
Spotted paint is scuffed, dots are faded,
But you can’t leave, you are an old friend .
Will you ever see the light of day, no sign of your return to favour.
Fold yourself into the corner, stay stray until you are called back. Home.
Mallaband-Brown 