Month: March 2023

Some ducks do look strange,
and can it be much stranger,
or can this be art?

Something is amiss,
and like an empty abyss,
she craves just a kiss.

The milk is all gone,
and my crunchy nut cornflakes,
are very crunchy.

Oh no, not again,
I don’t like green eggs and ham;
and where is the ham?

The feel of sea breeze,
and the sound of crashing waves,
on a summers day.

The plant pot’s empty,
except for last nights rainfall,
and a thirsty bird.

Olde world places,
creating an atmosphere,
with colourful lights.

I gave in tonight,
this and that and some show, and this,
oh, forgot to watch.

I like pretty words,
those that have those shapely looks,
and say what they mean.

What a useful day,
shopping, tidied my office,
and ready to write.

I love swing guitars,
Djanjo playing Limehouse Blues,
Stephane is good too.

This clock caught my eye,
as I waited and waited,
for at least a while.

Splash in the water,
and feet first went my daughter;
pre-school swimming group.

I am feeling strange,
I can’t put my finger on it,
and strange is not right.

Last evening flattened,
no undulations, or curves,
just a constant hum.

A walk last evening,
and the lake mirrors the sky,
at sunset for us.

Foraging for words,
to match my mushroom thinking,
on my forest floor.

Seedlings are growing,
with proper poetic poise;
couplets in Springtime.