End of April,
the moss is greening nicely
Moist air, no sun
Cool showers..
Vitamin D
What’s that?
Buds burst
and leaves open fully
Spring sprang last week
Next flowers
Soon, fruit.
Mossy
Tag: Poetry
Having a quiet day
Guess what I’m doing?
Having a quiet day
My body is playing up
And exhausting me!
So puzzles and words
Are taking my mind away
From my inside absurds…
I’m having a cup of tea
A gentle rest and doze
I will have to go and do things
But for now I can choose
A quiet day, today.
Parsimonius
I must be parsimonius
The door stays locked
Money is a great big fuss
Payments will be stopped.
My purse is not bottomless
The moths are growing big
The dust in there is limitless
While fuel bills they still rig
The cost of living crisis
Has got us by the throat
Money goes by osmosis
Out of a sinking boat!
So now I will spend less
Cutting my money cloth
Mcawber rules I will address
No cash now for froth!
Entwined
Youth to age
All one thing
Sliding and slipping
Entwined spirits
Damage and youth
Smooth then wrinkled
The bath of life at work
My hands are aged
Twitching, throbbing
Trigger finger hurts.
But keep drawing
Never give up
Never!
No hedgehogs..
Keeping an eye out
Looking for hedgehogs
Trying to see
The glint in its eye
Leaving out cat food
Lots of berries
Bits of apple.
But it’s been cold
Frosts in the morning
Ice in the bowl
Hope they return.
Hybernating
I could say pandemics…
What makes you nervous?
It rhymes with might
I won’t see this sight
You can keep your air
It’s just not fair
You see I’m nervous
But not being verbose
I won’t write big words
Like phobic? of birds…
I look at the sky
And my, oh my
I see a plane
Flying to Spain
Or over an airport
Where airplanes depart..
You won’t catch me in one
I just think they’re no fun!
So you hear me cry..
I just won’t fly!
Belly
Belly time
Turns over
Purrs
Happy cat
Fluffy fur
Bright eyes
Happy
Kitty cat
Life
Friends
Cats eye
You look at me
Eyes full of hunger
Are you a lion?
A tiger?
Or just a cat.
Tomorrow I’ll buy
The best food
Tonight?
it’s pilchards
Sorry…
Wrapped up…
I’m wrapped up in thought
Tied in knots
Fearful and hopeful
Maybe happy?
Trails of thoughts
Run along tracks
I need to slip off
Onto free land
Find my way out
Beyond the gravity
Of memory
Break those bonds
Clear my mind
Float into space….
Oops!
Oh dear me
Put this in the wash
Water too hot?
Or the plate knocked
Against a pan.
Must have been
Cracked…
Sad to lose
A favourite
Plate.
Can you mourn
it?
Gone…
Mallaband-Brown 