The Inkwell#CYW #Desert #Sand
Drifting in over land and sea
enveloping everything it passes
sand from the sahara travels on the wind
easily passing over land and sea
resting on roofs, cars and even plants
the succulents smile – they’ve seen this before
Soil looking more like blackpool than old trafford
as grains land on the turfs and lawns
notable how the gardener greets it though –
drainage is improved by this helpful visitor
#Fowc #Horizon #HorizonII
Half way tween the earth and the sky
On which the sun exchanges places with the moon
Reality is although you can see it
In your eye line – you’ll find it impossible to reach
Zero degrees – and its all so far away
On the occasion you’ve reached your destination –
Next thing you see – is that place you want to be
Salford 9th March 2018
When you look around the world you live in,
Open your eyes – for sometime you can be oblivious to the
Number of things , living on the land you call home
Down in the Water, and Up in the air
Every kind of creature lives on the planet –
Rejoice and enjoy the things around you – they’re eyedropping!
It’s that bit, where the sky meets the sea
the place where sun and moon go up and down
to tell the difference tween day and night
an elusive fellow by nature
as he looks so far away when you look at him
by the time you think you’ve got to where he is
he’s either ten miles in front – or stood behind you
Salford, 26th February 2017
Another original scribble from the pen of inkdrop, wi a little imagery from google….messed about by yours truly
#colouryourworld #cyw #tropicalrainforest #poetry #art #nature
A place the wild things call home
greenery up and down the land
from the tiniest of bugs to man’s cousins
they all live here
co – existing under the shelter of mother natures clouds
and whilst little ones play in watery lagoons
others sleep in treetops – till the rising of the moon
Something, they say, is brewing
The clouds of cirrus are circling, and getting bigger in the wind
Over the heads of everyone , whether on land or sea
Rain isn’t forecast for today – but tomorrow ? they’re saying torrential.
Maybe its best, if we just lay anchor – and Batten down the hatches.
I remember the land the house i live in sat on
It was rugged wild and abandoned
The locals called it – The croft
The only sign of human existence before the docks? The job centre.
A place for last years sofa
broken tables and chairs
A repository for a town kids
Private street corner Den
Wildlife aplenty – hovering round skips
A free meal all wrapped up – abandoned fish and chips
As feathered friends hover across from the docks
Looking for spoils aside from the locks
But then comes the lorries – with builders in tow
and the kids and the wildlife are all dealt a blow
as the builders make new homes on the site of the croft
with fancy new windows and doors and lofts.
The kids may have gone – but they play in the street
whilst the wildlife – in gardens – they think its a treat!
as they live in the trees of their new abode
just by the site of the widened main road.
