He was purring happily
When he heard something
That caught his attention
His purr switched off
And after a long stare
He jumped down
Off my lap
Disappearing
Into the kitchen
To say hi
To his sister x
His purr switched off
Tag: Poetry
Two years (almost)
If I wait a day or two
My tears will flow
Again
Two times around the sun.
Millions of miles away from me.
Energy evaporated
Thoughts dissipated
My memory is all
That holds you
A ghostly shape
3d nothingness
Grasping for you
In my sleep.
Such a robust person,
Lost and gone.
No more conversations…
Gone.
Gon
Go
G
….
Loafing
She purrs
She sleeps
She loafs.
Upon my bed
In the warm.
No space for me
My feet
My hands
My body
My head
Overcome by a cat!
Upgrade
I’m biting the bullet
Not chewing the fat…
Buying a ‘puter
That’s not as fat
Slimmed down and sleek
But reconditioned too
Saving me money
Not brand new
Might do more art
For a start.
Cherry cheescake
When I promised to cut down
On sugary foods
I didn’t notice this cheese cake
Lingering just
Out of sight
The chocolate dot
Sat on the counter
Looking for a companion
To contrast with the cherry swirls
Give me strength
Never to return
To this cafe
On pain
Of chilli sauce
Poured on my dessert!
Bookcase
Crammed with books,
Also ornaments
Things to read
But too high up!
I need a ladder
Can’t climb on the couch
My collection is large
Ten bookcases
The real weight of knowledge
Pressing down on
Both floor and walls?
Anyone want a book?
What does space smell of?
They say space smells of gunpowder..
But is that gunpowder tea?
Or gunpowder from cannons..
Why not burnt toast?
Or overcooked omlettes?
Could it smell of wet lemons.
Frozen peas?
Creosote on a fence..
Sugared Almonds?
Cat pee.
Sour yoghurt?
Old oak woods
Field mushrooms?
Who knows..
I never will!
Cats calm me
What is good about having a pet?
Cats calm me,
Relax me..
But they trip me up
Knead my stomach
Paw my face
Insist on tasting my food…
But they make me laugh
Purr at me
But then they jump up
On cupboards
Climb up trees
Lie on the stairs
Entertain me,
Keep me company
Cost too much at the vets
Give me love. X
Old willow tree
Old willow tree
Standing tall
Your long thin leaves
Now wave and fall
From green to gold
And yellow hue
Fluttering against
A sky of blue.
Then wind blows strong
Storm comes along
Your leaves are shredded
And stripped
To lie among
The fallen mulch
For slugs and snails
To munch!
Quick Robin
My paintbrush flittered quickly
Across the canvas
A blob of red and brown
A touch of white on a rotund belly
Fluffed up to keep out the cold.
An hour of painting
Green sprigs above
Snow below
Footprints trail
Sparse grass protrudes
Hop on the way
To Christmas.
Mallaband-Brown 