New paintings and regular art updates.
Shapes, colours, cats,
Plants, horses, hats,
Fish, glass, clay,
Books, art, day,
Night, stars, planets,
Water, sea, trumpets.
And breathe….
Heart, Head, sky,
Dance, song, joy,
Reading, writing, play,
Sewing, knitting, yay!
Green, red, blue,
Yellow, Orange too…
Purple, green and mauve,
Silver, copper and gold.
And breathe, just breathe….
So much is inspiring,
Medicine, painting, lightening
So much to rejoice in,
Happiness is enticing.
What else can I say?
Just “may you enjoy your day”!
Apologies for my lack of skill in rhyming…..But here is just something I had to write when I saw these two! I am trying not to use plastic bags, so sometimes get shopping in cardboard boxes. My tom cat has decided one is his. So what happens when you bring in a new one? A confusion of cats….
Maybe cats and cupboards?
A confusion of cats,
Sits in a box,
Shrodinger puzzle….
Which box to choose?
Cat on a cupboard ,
Cat sitting up high.
One cat – both boxes,
The other has none.
Share or not share?
Cats have ideas,
Sure of their wills,
always delightful,
and bonkers
Still!
something cool on a hot evening…
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Snow
Falling ice in slivers,
Mass of shakes and shivers.
The cold, blue white, icicle,
Rain turned soft, showy, beautiful.
All flakes are different they say,
None have the same symmetry. ..
Hexagonal, six sided
Wind and air embroidered.
Vast blizzard made of tiny stars devine
of silvered sheen, your shape defined.
Snow.
Cold.
White.
Feathered.
Chilling…..
Here, behind this computer screen, I hide myself away, within the social media that connects us day to day. ..
I am in contact with the world which all around me spins, and yet I am so far away, real life no longer wins.
My mind I linked to apps and sites, I have to get my fix, of whiz bang colours, cats and dogs and all those selfie pics.
My eyes see you on glass and chrome, my fingers tap the keys, you see me on your 4G phone. There is no known release.
I’m trapped within this modern fun, and never see the sun, nor move where air is fresh and free, my life’s a lonely one.
Sometimes I can be a bit soft hearted, soppy, I can’t think of the word to explain it. As I was drawing in Artrage oils this little drawing popped out of the screen do I decided to try and write a poem.
Sorry if its not hard hitting or current …maybe its a bit too like a hymn…
Angel flying so high,
You touch the sky…
Angel give me peace,
Sleep as release..
Angel sing sweet songs of love,
Give us comfort from above,
Angel glowing rainbow bright,
You are such a mystic sight.
Angel share with us your grace ,
Show the beauty of your face.
Angel please do hear my prayer.
Keep me safe and free from fear.
The live and dead tree sits hard on the ground.
One twist of bark still attached…
Like Ivy clinging to the trunk,
Twisted knotted rope like round and taut.
Green leaves, large and serrated, sprout out,
Twigs and branches caught in the embrace,
Dead wood holds up life to the sun,
Wise, wide trunk so aged.
How did you die?
We’re you struck, hit, broken, by wind or storm?
Did you find disease in your skin?
Is the clinging umbilicus of your wooden baby your clone?
Your age is ancient, your body skeletal.
Your upper limbs and branches peeled of all skin.
But still you sit hard on the ground,
Immortal, in a way reborn.
Insomnia bites at my mind.
Makes sleep impossible,
Hides the remote to my dreams,
It gives no respite to my need to rest,
I am a prisoner held in its bright grasp.
Sleep, eludes, escapes, disappears.
5am ..the sun is rising on another day….
Shall I try again for a brief nap?
The click clack of the clock invades my ears,
Makes me hear the dawn chorus….
The radio susserating quietly by my bed…will I drift on …
Onto a narcoleptic ocean, softly, softly, gently falling…
AWAKE!
You glow in the dark to light my way….
Triceratopsically whimsical
Moonlit Dino, horned and frilled,
plastic printed 3d pet.
Your noble stance hides a part of your leg.
Broken off foot, you hobble across the cattle grid trivet
On top of the microwave…
How do you light my way?
Unique l.e.d light, recharged through a usb port.
Your battery flat now after a night on the tiles.
Left on by mistake to light the way of hunting cats,
tigerish moggies that stalk their catnip prey…
So my millions of year old pal, I shall renew your light,
Recharge , rebuild, modern but also ancient
Dino, Tri, Cera, you are Tops!
We saw a bit if rain at the weekend, but not enough.
RAIN
The Sun is shining, it’s not raining.
The air is hot, its not raining.
The fields are dry, its not raining.
The clouds are gone, its not raining. ..
No water, no clouds, no green, no flowers…
It’s not raining.
The reservoir’s run dry, its not raining.
The rivers are low, its not raining.
The canals are closed, its not raining.
The grass is burning, its not raining…
No fish, no frogs, no newts, no fogs,
It’s not raining.
The crops are withered, its not raining.
The cows are hungry, its not raining.
The sheep are thin, its not raining.
The moors are burning, its not raining.
No chill, no cold, no frost, no fountains,
It’s not raining.
The jet stream is north, its not raining,
The pressure is high, its not raining.
We cannot bathe, its not raining.
We cannot drink, its not raining.
Global warming? Climate change? More to come?
It’s stopped raining…..
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S…?
Sea?
No….
Sky?
No….
Sun?
No……
Sand?
No…..
Shell’s?
No……
Starfish?
No……
Sunglasses?
No…..
Shingle?
Nooooo. …….
Sails?
No……
Seashore?
No…..
Scallops?
NO!
Shallows?
No….
Swimmers?
NO!
What then?
SHARK!
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