Still and quiet
The waterlilies opening
Swirls from fish
Lazily catching flies
Circles on the surface
Reflections rippled then still
How deep are you?
Walking to the edge
Then dip a toe in
Feel the cool liquid
Gently caress.
Cool pool
Tag: Poetry
Sky over Etruria festival
It didn’t rain
It didn’t pour,
Even though we sang.
The flags flew
The banners flapped
In the breeze.
The bubble man
Blew huge bubbles
That the children popped.
And the snail man?
He walked very
Very
Very
Slowly…..
Red sky
Wrong side of the hill, but still saw some lovely reflections on the cloud base. Red sky at night predicting a lovely day tomorrow? We will see….
Red sky to dark sky
Sun sets slowly
Dark sky to black sky
Moon rises brightly
Grey Dawn to blue sky
Sun rises gently.
Le Tour
Chasing, racing, riding fast
Le Tour enthrals
France in three weeks
A journey of courage
Tail wind, head wind
Peloton group
Cycling up alps
Down valleys
Rain or snow
Burnt by the sun
Super human effort
Yellow Jersey holder
Speed and elation
And the winner is?!
Alium flower head
Like a firework
You spark the garden
Into flame.
Stars sparkle
In a green universe
You are galaxies
Of delight
Shall I delete some posts?
I write about so many things.
Pour out words on the page.
My mind is full of thoughts
Too many to control
They fly out of my eyes,
My ears.
Where to stop?
Someone suggested deleting posts..
Should I remove them?
Cut back, reduce them?
Take the time to edit.
Or just leave them.
Enough or too much?
I will give it thought.
Black cat
Sweet black cat
Nervous and shy
Stepped towards us
Then ran away
Black shadow in trees
Rush away now
Fast on your paws
Down the road you go
Quick and silent
Shiny and sleek
Now you go
Home you seek.
Shaking
My arm keeps shaking
Wobbling
Bobbling up and down
Side to side
Weaving about
Tremors and dithers
A bit under control
But then it escapes
Judder and waves
My arm on its own
On a high sea
I wish it was detached
From me!
Surreal
Feathers,
Cut and cropped
Then twirled
Captured in a frame
They cannot fall
But are held
In crazed glass
Or a cracked mirror,
Life confused by art.
View through
A pleasant view
Seeing green lawns
Milky and blue
skies
An English summer.
Strong stones
Arch over the path
Steps up a curved seat.
Rest here in the shade
Sit for a while
Remember other summers
Long gone.
Stately homes visited
Capability in gardens.
Mallaband-Brown 