Washed by the sea
Spun by the tide
Attached to a rope
No where to hide
Grow as a colony
Rinced with wet salt
Water gives life
Cleaning and filtering
Making a home….
Time for a poem…
Tag: Poetry
Sleepy tat
Puddy tat
Sleepy cat
What do you dream of?
Sugar mice
Things that are nice
Salmon and spice
He settled down
To rest and dream
Settled and calm.
Sleeping like a charm.
He’s playing
Dear kitty doesn’t often play
But today he did.
Leaping, prancing, dancing
Chancing a paw
Biting the green felt
He’s happily chasing
The toy flying, whirling
Exciting
Happy cat…
Storm Dave
Blew the fence over
Pots strewn everwhere
Neighbour not bothered
I hope he fixes it
In the meantime
I have no de-fence…
The clocks changed
Ugh!
One less hours sleep
Clocks sprang forward
Insomnia splurged
Sleep deprived
It says 23:20
But it’s really 00:20
Am tired
Lost
Shattered
Achy
Huh! I remember
Extra light…
Starburst
If I see a Nova
Will it burst in fire?
A pinprick of light
Blossoming like a Daisy?
Rare sighting
May light our sky
Adding an extra bright star
That will glow
Then fade
Shaded by dust and debris.
Perhaps we could see a Supernova.
More explosive
Dangerous
It’s impact unknown.
Esther’s limerick challenge… Ride
Esther Chiltons weekly prompt for a limerick was the word ride. Many different ideas came to mind. Fairground rides, riding in a train. Car rides. Riding a bicycle or motorcycle.
I tried to come up with something a bit unusual..and funny…
I decided to ring “local ride”
And waited by the road side
Till a horse came along
Which was absolutely wrong!
A jockey? I’m not! Better hide!
An Orb
An orb shone in the sky today.
For once it wasn’t a cold grey day
I think it was a star or nova
As in the blue it seemed to hover.
It couldn’t be real,
It was surreal.
Someone said, now build a boat
The rain will come again…
No doubt!
March 1st
Soon there will be tulips
Now there are snowdrops,
Daffodils emerge
Life comes back
Despite the winter
Earth renews
The circle of life rotates
Finds new ways to escape
From the grim greys
The dark days
The light plays
And lifts my spirits.
After Escher ?
Look into the crystal ball
See what you can see?
Is it a reflection
or is it really me?
Trapped in time and hidden
Never to grow old
A portrait is an instant
In time, no longer told.
Memory of power
Ability to do
But time just gets slower
A reminder of you.
Mallaband-Brown 