She’s sweet
She’s neat
She takes her seat
On the bed
Queen of all she surveys
So she stays
On the bed…
Purr and poddle
Life’s a doddle
On the bed..
Bring me food
My happy mood
On the BED!
Cat on bed
Tag: Poetry
Cracking up
I’m cracking up
I have to say-
I’ve really had
A funny day.
It wasn’t droll
It wasn’t bad
It wasn’t silly
It wasn’t sad
It has just been
A little odd
I’m wondering whether
I need a pod
Of dolphins –
Who’ll swim with me
Till my head spins
No more, and I am me!
Ghost in the glass
Can you see my face?
Looking in to your space?
A ghost in the window
Trapped in the glass
An image of when
I came here last!
Little Moreton Hall
Tudor house
I was here a while ago
And I saw your face.
I was startled
Not my reflection
But an old woman
Dressed in silk
The colour of lemon.
So strange to think
You may see me
I see you too
Bizarre
I shout Boo!
I NEED Summer
Blue skies
Warm breezes
Carnations
Their scent pleases
Gentle humming
Od buzzing bees
Fruit ripening
On the trees
I need summer
That warm glow
The sun caresses
There’s no Snow!
The birds are singing
burglars are deterred!
Fire in the sky
Flames of light
Lick the canvas of sky
Bright gouts of pink
Orange, red, purple
Watercolour wash
Or oil paint smother
Icing on the cake
Of the day.
Fire in the sky
A beautiful tie dye.
Limerick time
Mondays are laugh along with a limerick day from Esther Chiltons blog.
I usually just write something and post it there but the prompt ‘shake’ struck a nerve (pun intended) so I decided to share it here too. I do have a shake and I am waiting for an appointment to find out the cause. And it doesn’t really pause. It keeps shaking, even at night. And I’m really tired and fed up. So here it is.
Snooze
Snoozes
Sleep,
Tired and shattered
Run round all day
Now I need a kip
Falling asleep
The cat dreams
Chase mice
Hunt birds
Jump on frogs
Lick paws
Kick legs
Pounce
Snooze
Sleep
Tabby
She sits and stares
The tabby cat
Contemplating your face
Will you open the treats
Will you give her some biscuits
Can she have a fish?
What will you put in her dish?
Staring, hypnotic, unblinking,
This tabby cat knows what she wants!
Sleepless in Stoke
My minds a whirl..
Little thoughts track big ones
Trickle through my brain
Like sand in a puzzle
Clogging up the workings
No smooth calmness
Jumping clumps of
Dark matter
Or spaghetti goo
What does that meant
To you?
Nothing, random
Overactive
Spiced with tinges
Of pain
Let me sleep
Not that tune
Again!
Shiver
Sundays #bandofsketchers prompt was shiver…
Frosty leaves
shiver in the breeze,
Silver highlights
Make them bright,
Ice crystals like sugar
Sweeten their pallor.
A bad poem to go with this drawing of frosty leaves for the prompt.
