If I’m not about
I’ve not gone
I’m here in your heart
My silence is a quiet breath
A silent prayer
Just know
I’m still there
With you.
Silence
Tag: Poetry
Old windows in winter
Cold, chilly, breezy
Old windows in winter
The plants cling on
To cold life
Succulents seem impervious
To the chill factor
Unlike us humans
Who shiver
And wither
Most Favourite?
Who are your current most favorite people?
It could be anyone.
It depends on what you are like?
Are you pleasant?
Do you care about others?
There are so many people
With different traits
Fantastic ideas
Idealistic behaviours.
Do you have to be perfect?
No, humans aren’t,
But if you try….
You could be a current favourite.
Mend him
I’m painting a broken man,
The cracks run through him
Shards of bone and flesh
Split and shattered.
Gluing him together
Bit by bit… With Gold
Like Japanese pottery
Once broken
Now finally held
With love.
On our bed
You lie on the bed, quite sweet
But you take up half the space
And though you look so neat
I still can’t find a place
To put my feet!
Brothers?
You’d think they were brothers
A single mom?
But no, they are not
Two mums, not one.
Each boy cat is happy
One is fat
He’s big and he’s round
He stays on the mat,
The other is older
On a bag, flat!
My other cats female,
Much more aloof
She’d rather be sitting
Up on the roof!
Choir practice
In the church singing carols
Music rises up
To the vaulted ceiling
Every note with feeling
Ralantando, piano
Notes descend and lift
Practice make perfect
Not there yet, but harmonizing
Three weeks to go
To the show!
Companionship
What is good about having a pet?
They keep you company
They keep you calm,
They are funny,
Hilarious, sometimes
Worrying at others.
They are not critical,
They need you,
Food, water, shelter
Give them a space
In your heart.
Flopped
When it comes to relaxed
Cats do it best
They can flop in a heap
Sleep in a ball.
Find a new box
And make it home!
Twisted and turned
Twizzled and whorled and whirled,
See how they sleep
Not always neat
But really deep!
Bench
Sit on a bench
Be quiet
Listen to a Robin
Trilling his song.
The wind floats leaves
Wafted from branches
Zig zagging down.
A sudden breeze
Twirls and swirls
In a mini tornado
The gust stops
Leaves settle.
My gaze settles
My breath, released.
Mallaband-Brown 