Foam, bubbles, froth
Soap and water
Float on water
Sploshing
Splishing
Splashing
Soft to the skin
Bathing
Washing
Suds for cleaning
Where would we be
Without them?
Bubbles
Tag: Poetry
Singing about the cut (canal).
We sang about the boats and pots
Of horses pulling barges.
Before the cuts were built and dug.
The plates broke on the carts
A third of pottery destroyed
Because of mud and ruts
For a hundred years the canals enjoyed
The busy work of transport
Then motorways and rail roads were built
And ware shifted to “faster” ways.
The cuts were clogged with water weeds
The towpaths overgrown.
Until the leisure cruisers came
And cleaned the weeds away.
Now British waterways they rule
And you can moor your boat
Anglers dip their rods in water
And catch all sorts of course fish.
The canals are better than before
No shopping trolleys in them.
A resource for walkers, boaters, folk,
To enjoy and rest and play.
Put your phone down..
Lift your head up
See life
See the sky
Don’t just look at shop windows
See architecture..
Interesting windows,
Grooves and gutters
See the tree leaves
Waving in the wind
Xanthophyll and chlorophyll
Colours changing
Lift up your heads
See the setting sun
Falling with the leaves.
Put down your phone
And experience Autumn.
He’s still here
Kneading my knees
Poddling I call it,
Old cat is keen to stay.
I don’t want him to go away.
His life is ebbing
Slowly by
Like a tide moving out
Taking his memory
In its grip.
No more head bumps
No more nuzzles
An empty space expected
Soon.
Grey matter
What is this thing called grey matter?
How does it work?
A controller of movement,
A creator of language
Emotions pull decisions
One way or the other.
Joined up letters and thinking.
Science explores and probes
Into the thing that created science.
Art and Music flow,
Pain and pleasure,
Athletic prowess.
Genius and idiocy,
Two sides of different minds.
A bit better
He looks like a kitten
Out in the sunshine
Flowers surround him
Lion hearted kitty
So full of life
But now in shadow.
Cats should be infinite
Beings of magic
Limitless
But as they say
*all good cats must come to an end”
Nine lives almost used up.
I can’t believe he will be gone.
Eye surgery
Eye sheild
Shield safety
Safely keep
Keep eye safe
Can’t see much
But what I see
Is better
Are you reading?
Are you reading my mutterings?
Seeing my words?
Taking note of my thoughts?
Why?
I am one single person
Lost in the world
Staring up at the sky
Full of stars.
About to fall off
Swirling into space
A mere twinkle in the air
Tiny and short lived.
Why read my words?
I am one individual
But I have my own mind.
Onomatopoeia
What’s your favorite word?
A word that actually sounds like something in life sounds…
Birds tweet
Dogs woof or howl
Owls hoot!
Sheep baaaa baaaa
Cows moo at you
Oompah bands play
Trombones trumpet!
Water splashing and plishing
Swishing and gurgling
Tocking ticking clocks
Wham! Bam! Crashing
A purr from a kitten or cat
A dropped boot in mud. splat!
Slurp my cocoa
Go to sleep for a few zzzeds!
Owl and pussycat
Looking at random things in the house. On my bookcase upstairs these two friends. I think I put them together because they remind me of Edward Lears poem.
The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat.
They took some honey and plenty of money wrapped up in a five pound note…..
Which is the female and which is the male? I don’t know, is it important? I don’t remember the full poem and I often get it mixed up with Lewis Carrolls Jabberwocky poem.
It’s amazing what pops up in your memory when you see things. I have a good visual memory and that helps when I’m painting. I often talk to myself if I’m trying to remember what something looks like or how it’s put together. X
Mallaband-Brown 