Autumn comes round
every year
the leaves change colour
from green to golds
and reds and yellows.
Falling in ragged heaps.
Autumn leaf
Tag: Poetry
Contour lines
My mind is swirling
Bits gang up against each other
Jumbled and shaken
Flying in different directions
One day I feel OK.
The next, confused and sad
So I draw and doodle
Sketch and map my mind
I will keep going
And see what I find….
Under the trees
Light under trees
Leaves fluttering in breeze
Grey blue above
Green grey below
the colour of doves
Space that is hollow
A cathedral of branches
Light into it lances
Startling nature
Human hands stature
Creating an arched void
Where you can hide.
Broken up
We were never one
But we were together
You and me
Sharing one space.
We were dressed the same
Identically unidentical
Called fraternal –
Really sororal
Now you are gone.
One half disappears
The other must go on.
Apart, forever.
Parted.
Happy cat
Eyes part closed
He looks up
Cat smile
On his face
He’s had his tea
Now he wants love
Tickle his ears
Rub his nose
Listen to him purr
Black and white fur
My happy cat.
Bad Sudoku
Spent two hours
Got one line!
Mathematic brain?
Just not mine!
I don’t know what
To do to get
Nine to one
And every set
Of numbered squares
I am in debt
They won’t add up
And thats my bet!
Moonlight
Moon bright
Bright orb
Orbiting Earth
Earth shine
Shining strong
Strongly believe
Believe me
My Night
Night bright
Bright moon…
Star
Star up in the sky
And hanging up
From the archway
In our room
The bright light
Shines at night
To cheer the gloom
Changes colours
Like a red dwarf
Or hot new star.
Blue and purple
Aglow.
Sad words
What do sad words mean?
Do they explain
Do they confer
Anything?
How do I say
What I feel?
Words are not easy
They don’t encapsulate
They don’t wrap you
In their arms.
They are just noise
Between people
When what I need
Is a hug?
Surviving
The baskets are fading
Flowers crumple
Heads droop
Cold chills damage
Frosts pinch
Petals weep.
My beautiful baskets
The soft stems bend
Leaves are yellowed
Colour muted.
My sad eyes watch
Summers splendor fade
My floral glories
Gone soon I fear.
Some are stronger
Woodier stems
Allow life to continue
A little longer.
Mallaband-Brown 