You look old….
But the joke is new
How did that happen?
To you…
Is the joke on us
Or you?
Not antique
But imitation?
I’d have it!
And that’s true X
Old sign?
Tag: Poetry
Snug
Snug as a cat on the bed
Happy paws
Claws tucked away
Sleeping all day
Moggie dreams
Of chasing butterflies
Twitch and race
Across the garden
Happy and comfortable.
Retirement!
What is your career plan?
Playing mahjong
I’ve worked long and hard
Given work some welly
Retirement would be fine
I mean resting and learning
New things.
I’m semi retired now
But I’m below retirement age
Which keeps moving on
I would have retired four years ago
Except they changed the rules…
Ah well at least I can.
Gemini
Twin gone over two years
Memories fade away
I don’t want to miss her
I want her back
Too much loss
Fed up
I don’t know
What to do?
Digital drawing does not represent either me or my sister..
Cataract
Abstract eye
Blur like romantic film
Smeared out colours
View impeded
Glare at night
Sunshine glows
Tones changed
Eyes dimmed
Distorted life
Fed up.
Cat design
Semi celtic cat design
I love the way cats twist
And squirm
Paws and tail,
Mouth and leg
Shuffle over on the bed
You like to sleep
In my way
But I love you so much
You can stay!
I’ll never see Cardiff
We used to dream of visiting Cardiff
The Welsh capital city
Where you went to Uwist university
But I was getting ill
I couldn’t drive there
And your anxiety held me still
We’d go next summer
Before it was too late
But we ran out of time
That was our fate
Never to see the city
Where you studies science
Now there is no visit
Only cold silence.
I miss you
I saw my painting of you
And cried
I look at photos
And weep
43 years together
Now lost
How can I say goodbye
When our hearts are still entwined
Wrapped up together
Through sun and rain
Long memories
Still holding hands
In my mind.
Tree doodle
Spring is coming
Blossom blooms
White payals fall
As the breeze blows
But too cold for bees
Will there be fruit?
Sadness if it fails.
Spring so far
Has been dry.
Keep forgetting to post
Writing is hard sometimes
Thinking of things to say
When I’m exhausted
Thoughts stray
Are unkempt like my hair
Struggling to make sense
Of my course through life.
I’m writing in a book too
Fighting with prompts
Trying to decide
What to say and do.
Mallaband-Brown 