Squirrel

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018

Signs that winter is on its way

Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence

Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths

In search, of something

Round , red brown, and tasty to

Restock his larder for winter

Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide

Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden

Umbrella

Poetry

#octpowrimo #umbrella #acrostic #life #friends

Monday, 15th October

An acrostic by inky

Problems occur like the morning rain

Reality is, that’s what life has to throw at you

Each little problem, obstacle or challenge

Can topple you in an instant , however

In case you need them … there are

People who can help you,

In your hour of need

They’re there at a moments notice

An umbrella from the dropping rain

They’re your friends, pals, buddies

In sight, in rain or shine

On good days or bad

Never forgetting you and bringing a smile

An ink explosion

Life, Media, Poetry

#octpowrimo #ifiwereyou

opinion is a wonderful thing

but after you’ve vented your spleen

across two pages of finest vellum

re read, recollect your thoughts, and rewrite

for once you’ve stuck it in the envelope

and it’s journeyed to the news paper

a different edition of who you are

will be plastered over the letters page

and though you won’t see them

all eyes will turn on you

Falling through the cracks

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Poetry

#octpowrimo #nature

Salford, 11th October 2018

It’s hard for a seed

To grow up in the big city

As it flies from its mum

And falls to the floor

Drifting in the wind

If lucky, it will land

Onto soft warm soil

But usually, it finds concrete

So it sleeps , and it grows

Fed by the rain

While it finds its own way

Through the sand and the drains

Popping up for sunshine

To the world saying hello

Don’t pull it from the pavement

For a bit, let it grow.

Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment

Dancing on Air

Life, Memories, Poetry, Schooldays

#octpowrimo

Salford , 10th October 2018

I don’t remember exactly

When my clumbersome feet

Felt lighter than a feather

Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers

Or watching the squirrels In the local park,

Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass

Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter,

Hiding away in a little fruit tartlet

Or at most, the moment at that high school dance

Where the girl I had an eye on gave me half a chance

Moments now scattered in the mind, here and there

Moments I was literally dancing on air