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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.
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!
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
Into autumn
Hanging baskets wilting
Blue skies
Turn grey
Night comes sooner
Each day
Life persists
Autumn gives some gifts
Fruit so mellow
Mists and fungi
Changing seasons
All below
A stormy sky!
My friend Esther Chiltons weekly limerick prompt this week was to use the word SPELL somewhere in the five line rhyme. I was rather pleased with what I came up with so here it is…
The witch of the wood cast a spell
But no one could easily tell
For she’d been mistaken
Used the wrong incantation
And turned her broom into a well!
My Cat won’t perform
He doesn’t do tricks
He’s not cute or cuddly
Won’t chase after sticks
But he is loving
Likes to purr
Sleeps most of the day
With nice soft fur.
He twirled around
Danced into a ball
Finding a snug corner
On the chair.
Spinning and twisting
Slipping into sleep
Nose under tail.
Comfy, warm, sweet.
Cuddly cat
Sits on my knee
Purring and happy
For all to see
He is like a loaf
Paws tucked under
Eyes closed tight
And no wonder
Been out all day
Playing and running
Rolling in the grass
His fur coat sunning
Trying to rhyme
His story together
Is really hard
Whatever the weather!
Send us mares tails that precede rain.
Send clouds full of water
England’s Green is fading
Brown fields abound
River levels dropping
Paddle your canoes no more
Canal boats stuck in place
High and dry on mud!
Give us a cup or two of rain
To water our parched countryside
Let the land drink
Again.
My world.
I fight
The paint peels
I hold it tight
I won’t give up
Nor give in
My mind
My sight.
Stubborn is
My friend
Stoic is
My motto
I’m still me
I hope you understand.
I’m strong.
Mallaband-Brown