What will tomorrow bring?
I asked myself,
What sort of thing?
A new idea,
a chance to change
A friend in touch
There is so much
To think about
So instead,
Today
I will rest a while
Gather my strength
And deal with it all
TOMORROW
Not today.
Tomorrow
Tag: Poetry
The outlook
What will happen.
Where will we be?
Who shall save us
If needs be?
We watch the world
And what do we see?
Too much damage
Too many crimes
No one caring
No big fines.
The world is creeping
Towards catastrophe?
Who even cares,
You or me?
The corporate world
Has profits to collect.
Shareholders to pay
Not tomorrow, but today.
Not caring whether
There money causes trouble
While all around?
The Earth turns to rubble.
Give peace a hope
Give earth a chance
Stay one of the ‘Woke’
In this merry dance.
Asleep on the washing
Where I curl
You can’t control
This is my space
If I want it.
Cats have rights.
The right to sleep
Eat and purr
Chase leaves and mice
But most of all
Be fed and watered.
We choose comfort
We give friendship
If you are lucky
Claws if you are not.
Don’t criticise
Our choice of bed!
Filtering
In love with a photo filter
Not my face!
Not altering my shape!
Just adding texture
Making entanglements
Shifting my perspective
Seeing into ideas
Let me play,
Have fun
Change up a gear.
Rain due?
Pressures dropping
Rain may be due
Summer heat
Might just be through?
For now at least
We may be released
From burning temperatures
That decline,
and overtures
Of sudden storms
Or cloudy skies
Showers at last
May soon come fast!
Lightening and thunder
And watery wonder.
Till parched and dry
Is green and spry
Again…
Bubbles
Fizz, bang, pop
Float to the top
Gas out of liquid
Sparkling fluid
Carbon dioxide
Pressurised
Hydration
Held in suspension
Zingy flavours
Open top.. Hiss
A tonic and a bliss
Cat
Pat and bat
Vat and Mat
So many words
Rhyme with Cat.
Like sat and drat
Fat and splat
Is it the at
On the end that
Makes what
I write flat
ter…
ing
Light and shade
Parquet floor in sunshine
Memory of a life drawing class
So many years ago
In my mind I’m back
Sitting on a donkey?
A wooden bench
Which was also an easle.
Drawing a figure
Bathed in light
Shadows cast
Shining parquet floor
I wish I could
Return to those days.
Had to…
I saw a dragon
Hiding in plain sight
Standing by graffiti
Under a street light
But when I looked away
And looked again
I say!
The dragon it was gone
It decided not to stay!
I just wanted a pic
On my phone
But it was too quick!
So sadly all I have
Is its tail- just the tip
And a shower of loose scales
One of many epic fails!
Goodbye dragon
And now you’re gone!
Boredom
Staring into space
Staring over the sea
A lone figure, that is me.
I want silence,
or quiet waves lapping
A gentle breeze.
Not lonely, just bored.
Every Sunday was boring
In my youth
Shops shut
Nothing to see or do!
Now I feel the same
No-one is to blame!
But I’m bored,
So bored…
Bored
Mallaband-Brown 