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My brain is numb
I want to do things
Stuck inside
Tied down by boredom
And an injured leg
The world turns
And changes
First leaves
Yellow on the Cherry tree
They will wilt and fall.
Bored at home
Will I be out
Before the leaves are all gone?
Swallows will fly
Night returns as days shorten.
Looking out of a window
Limited views
Meanwhile
Keep my legs raised
To reduce the swelling.
Bored
Shade of blue
Above me and you
Fading into black
When the sun sets.
Stars and planets
Meteors and comets
Fly up in the blue
Through different hues
Cerulean, Cobalt too,
ultra marine all in view.
A limited palette
Restricted to blue.
I think I’m going dotty
I think I’m going daft
I’m sure I saw a face there
Lying on the mat
I saw a lot of dots there
Splodges and circles too
But in amidst the dotty dots
I saw the face of you!
Yesterday was warm
Tomorrow will be wet
Spiky shardes of night-time
Agog in the sunlight.
Slow storm Betty
Trundling
over the ocean…
West of Ireland
On its way
Seeded heads will be beaten
Without delay
Tree tops will twist
Leaves will fly
So soon this summer goes
Autumn visits us
And I cry
She left us almost a year ago
Gone somewhere else, I don’t know.
A face I’ll never see again
Unless on a screen that isn’t used
And only occasionally appears
As a memory of a reflected moment…..
She thought that?
She agreed with that?
A smile twitches my lips
She agreed with me?
Then the memory fades
The face crumples
I cry again.
Oh how useful you can be
Support my weight
and carry me
Lend a steadyness
oh sturdy stick
Attached at Elbow
and also wrist.
I almost fell,
I almost slipped!
You held me up
When I slipped.
A real godsend
You’ve kept me free,
I’m not quite stuck
With your help you see
Flora, florizal
Florets, flowers
Petals pampered
Scent and perfume.
Distilled and wrapped
Into dense, sense, intense
Entangling
Surges
Of flowery glory.
He is old
He is tired
His hair is wild.
A green man in the making?
Change hair for leaves
Or roots?
Wisdom spread outwards
Like fungi twisting
Tangling
Nature
Myth
Time floats round
One minute it’s March
Then it’s Friday….
I mean it all merges
When you’re not having fun.
Day starts
Day ends
Night starts
Dawn arrives
My brain does not compute
Time is running,
But is it running out?
How rude
Just go back
Further and further
To when days meant something?
Please.
So many images
So many thoughts
Ideas and colours
Going back years.
My gallery is full
I have to edit
So sometimes they go
Removed so
I can fit in more
Keep below 100
I can’t afford more
It’s just a little blog
And who’s interested?
My life written out
In dribs and drabs…
Mallaband-Brown