
Must be cold today
He’s sat on My knee four times
He’s just come up again
So at least one knees warm!
Oh! he’s just jumped down
Cold knees!
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Must be cold today
He’s sat on My knee four times
He’s just come up again
So at least one knees warm!
Oh! he’s just jumped down
Cold knees!
What is one word that describes you?

I decided to use the form of a limerick poem to describe the one word ‘eccentric’ that I have chosen for myself. The painting is of me as a green woman…
I’m rather eccentric, that’s me
I prefer that to ‘mad’ you see
I love paint and mess
With nothing to stress
And my mind is a buzz, like a bee!

It didn’t happen
No rose
No wine
No sweet kiss
Just your presence
Missed.

Blue
I don’t recognise you
I don’t know what you are
Bright blue flower.

You never know
When you reflect
What you will get?

Glass paperweights.
Sunshine flows through them
Glints and shimmers
Terrarium and plant
Absorb the light
Green and red
Life grows
Daylight glows

What gives you direction in life?
Imagining a direction to take
Decisions made when I wake,
Thoughts my mind makes….
It’s a hard question when you get older and most of your life is behind you. I’m not very religious, so mainly I want to stay safe and keep going. No one wants bad things to happen.
I guess what direction I take could include going round in circles, always turning right, heading north. But mainly it’s just survival. Not in a preppy, survivalist sort of way, but just managing with what we’ve got, helping others when we can. Not expecting too much. Just trying to support each other. It’s not always easy, and questions have to be asked about whether the direction we are heading in now is still the right one.
The world should be fair for everyone. I know that’s a hard thing to expect, and people can be selfish and jealous of what they have. But I hope people will consider others as well as themselves. I think John Lennons song ‘Imagine’ is a good thing to follow…..

Eyes part closed
He looks up
Cat smile
On his face
He’s had his tea
Now he wants love
Tickle his ears
Rub his nose
Listen to him purr
Black and white fur
My happy cat.

She loves me
Her claws in my knee
Soft eyes
Staring up
I want you to stroke me?
No
Feed me!

Blue feet on this Coot?
It looks quite cute!
As it waddles along
It might sing a song
That would really make me hoot!