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!
Entwined
Tag: Poetry
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…
Blue
Lapis lazuli
I love you
Blue rock heated
Sulphur in it
See the world
As a blue marble
A small blue dot
In infinite space.
Now we know
Other blue planets
But is there water
On those orbs?
Five letters
I’m still playing…
Stray, spice, slope…
Wordle got me
Fight, gates, grape….
I hear these words in my head
Trawl, choice, fears….
Saying words that fit the frame
Frame, banes, party….
Driving me madly badly silly
Batty, ratty, tatty…
Some American spellings catch me out
About, spout, trout,
Not the above!
But humour or humor?
But now my mind
Ticks… Tocks… Evoke….
Five letter W. O. R. D. S
Cat wish
I wish I was a cat. Curled up curves, elegant in sleep. Cashew nut shape, spiral, sweet.
I wish I was a cat, that’s just been fed, delicate meals or lion roaring red.
I wish I were a cat, washing paws and face, the most incredible positions, but all done with grace.
I wish I were a cat, out in the wild, climbing trees in gardens. But home again to play.
I wish I were a cat, companion and good friend. Asleep on your lap. Pinned you down, so he can nap!
Mallaband-Brown 