New paintings and regular art updates.
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
I haven’t lost my marbles, yet!
Or any other thing!
To spring clean or not?
But my stuff is mine
It comforts me
Makes me feel whole.
It’s there on my list
Things to do
Choose books to keep
And to loose.
But I can’t move
I am stuck
In sadness and grief
Unable to change my life.
Four leaf clover,
just green and neat.
Splattered with dew or rain
Contrasted against black
How to describe it more?
Thin stem from its centre
Leaves splayed out lobes.
Striped with thin veins
Each curved gently
Upper surface dips downward
Four fan shaped
Instead of the usual three
Lucky?
Memory of the one I found….
Can’t wait for Spring
Tomorrow is February
The sun might heat the air
The sun will set later
Rise earlier,
I might go out and breathe
See a daffodil burst
Like a white and yellow firework
Bud bursting in slow motion
I look forward to seeing it.
Lurgy, ill, sore throat
3 weeks 4 weeks more
The knives are out
My body aches
I’m sad and tired.
Give me a rest
Give me some time
To recover from it
Let me breathe
Stop this pain.
What way is he going?
Where he will end up?
On Mars or in the English channel
In Canada or the Gulf of America….
Has he got the knowledge
To lower the price of one egg?
Or is he looking for the Golden goose.
He plays with words and obfuscates.
But does he know what that means?
In the meantime the world trembles
In fear, shock and disbelief!
How did they chose him….
The ballot was real
Are they crazy
We all
Wait.
For four more years….
If you don’t have a lid what can you do?
Knives and forks and gilding.
A menu clipped to a board,
Light through a window
And cast down from a chandelier.
Chairs and tables
Scrubbed and clean
Let’s get a coffee
With lots of cream.
Something is occurring on UK tv
An orange smarmfest for people to see
So many millions drink the juice
And find their brains are letting loose
Thoughts of selfishness and pain
Their minds are so full of distain
For the poor and the elderly
Veterans too.
No fears in their minds
For those they will hurt
Much rather to vote
For an Orange Jerk.
She gave me ‘that look’
It was questioning me,
Looking into my soul
An unblinking stare
From inches away
Looking into me
It seemed to say….
Where’s my tea?
A crystal ball above our heads
A droplet of water magnified
Held to the ground, pulled down,
Curtains draped with fog
Moisture smears the view
Like glasses rinsed and wiped?
The sky’s the thing
Ever changing
Sometimes black, grey, bright.
Rainbows and thunder
Rain and snow, a marvelous show.
Is it a red sky tonight?
Last year I had a day trip
Went to the coast
Of Wales
It rained on the way
And it was blustery
By the beach.
I went on a coach
Can’t drive that far
Anymore
One day away
My holiday
……
Mallaband-Brown