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!
I NEED Summer
Tag: Poetry
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.
How I feel
Rough,
Tired,
Aches and and pains,
Sleepy,
grabbed by gravity,
sunk,
coughing,
sneezing,
snotty,
did I say tired?
Just a cold,
nothing to see here.
Going to sleep.
Counting sheep.
Under the weather
Dry throat
Dry cough
Feeling under the weather
Like a desert
Full of spiky cactus
Stuck in my throat
Cold and tired
Frosty and foggy brained.
Bring back cool showers
And gentle breezes.
Taking time
To recover.
What’s on the easle?
They ask
‘what’s on the easle?’.
I say
‘a lot of stuff’
Tissues and a coffee cup
And other sorts of muck
A drawing of a dragon
A pallette and a brush
A green painted canvas
If you really want to look….
I ought to be painting
But there’s been a delay
My minds gone off the boil now
It’s not coming out to play…
One day I’ll get my mojo back
I’ll start to paint again
But till that day my easle
Is a place to rest my brain!
Mallaband-Brown 