You shout out!
I jump..
I stalled
And you panicked
You minds sharp thorns
Sees danger round
Every corner….
Flight not fight
Means fright!
Stay calm
Breathe in
Breathe out
Anxious time
For both
So relax
If you can..
Panic
Tag: Poetry
Frog
A friend gave us a frog
Ceramic and cold
Eggs or snails it holds
In its mouth.
Halfway up the willow
Crawling and hopping
But static.
I, startled
Backed away…
Then realised my hubby
Had placed it there
For amusement!
Art means a lot
Art everywhere,
Art and design
The world needs
Art
Life would be boring
Without it
Clothes, cars, wallpaper?
Bags, book covers, magazines
Adverts and films
Whatever we do
If its not in nature
It could come from you!
Create a pattern
Knit a dress
I love art
I must confess!
Glasses and chalices?
Glasses and chalices,
Like mushrooms
Growing in the cupboard
I like the curves
Transparent and opaque
Grouped together
In the right place.
Come out at Christmas
Easter too
To have a drink
Of some old home brew!
Mossy
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.
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!
Mallaband-Brown 