Dots can make a picture
Layered on top of pink
Each and every one
Is a little link
To make a whole new flower
Digitally drawn
Made of dots and splodges
A digital flower is born
Digital chrysanthemum
Tag: Poetry
Forecast
Tomorrow will be cool,
or not
It will be wet, 40%,
Or not?
Wind and rain
Or sunshine again?
We can say with clarity
There will be weather
But we don’t know
Whether
It will be fine
Or rain will make
The pavements shine!
Precipitation!
Be alert….
Tortie cat
Pattern makes me happy
Cats are fun to see
A patterned cat is better
Than a plain one to me!
Can’t you see
How funny it can be
To have a tortoise shell cat
That looks like knitted wool
She’s warm, cuddly and fat
And specially cool!
Patterns
Love of pattern
Shape and colour
Make me happy
Gives me joy.
Intricate design
Swirls and grids
Makes me excited
Somehow lightened
And restored
365 days!
Yay! Made it
365 days without a break!
First time I’ve managed it
Why? No holidays
No lack of Internet connection
Wifi not a foe!
I just keep thinking
And blogging
Crafting? I don’t know..
This is a diary and a sketchbook
Thanks for reading
And caring! X
I don’t know!
On what subject(s) are you an authority?
Jack of all trades,
Master of none.
Expert, I’m not
I learn for fun.
I can paint and draw
But I’m not an old master
I can do some stuff
I like to paint faster
Than most people
But an authority?
If put on the spot
I’d hesitate
To state
All the information
That gives my ego
The biggest inflation!
So I’ll dabble and draw
And keep myself modest
You decide if you saw
A glimpse of the oddest
Authority bore!
Cat in a box
Curled and fitted,
Sleepy cat in a box.
He finds a place to kip
In the kitchen
Comfy and cradled
Relaxed in a wooden bed
Next to the plants
From my friend
Thriving next to the window.
The cat snores gently
Dreams of racing paws
Across grass and flowers
Flying over the garden.
Happy
Global warming
What are you most worried about for the future?
The heat is on..
The world is melting
Tides are rising
It’s happened in my lifetime
Sea water is hotter
Glaciers are drying up
No water to drink
Once it’s gone.
Drought hits crops
Why not be concerned?
Just because I might be gone
I still need to worry
For the ones that come after.
Do my best to restore things
To how they were?
Not much effect maybe?
But one fingernail holds me
Stuck on a cliff
Of hope to change things
We cannot turn back time
But we may make a difference
If we all try?
Playing with dots
I didn’t know where to stop
Dot dot dot.. Dot
Your face
Covered in spots…
Out of control
Pestilence or freckles?
Why green
It went with the scene
Being seen
A mass
Of pointillistic
Doodling….
My studio…
Is a chair!
I have a real studio
Down at spode
Was going today
But I hurt my foot!
Going to paint
Going to draw,
But I turned my foot
On the floor.
To get to Spode
Means climbing stairs…
A really short walk
Not too far,
But my foot is sore..
So I’ll stare at my chair…
Feet up..
Mallaband-Brown 