Thursday 6 December 2018
A rewrite of a poem i scribbled back in August 2010, the view inspired me to share it with you.
The moon plays hide and seek
as the air drops
casting a line of cloud
on the dark satin sheet of night
On occasion, peeking through
the sheet of cloud he yells peek a boo
joining his neon friends, painting the night
shades of pink, yellow and white
as hours follow minutes as seconds pass by
and animals make noise on the land and the sky
as to this day, we bid a fond goodbye
Salford 3rd December
A response to the daily challenge at Daily word prompt
Conquering the blue
Each one towering over the other to get to the clouds
Dynamic in their structure
As their red branches and green fronds
Rise high up in the sky
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#cffc #weather #clouds #week4
mish mash of marshmallow skies
summer seems so far away
as angry grey cloud looms overhead
but out in the distance
as if playing peek a boo 👻
the sky pops through the clouds
all clearest and blue
Salford, 25th June 2018
#sky #weather #blue #trails #stratus
Whilst planes, birds and balloons traverse in the sky
in the air the clouds mark their movement
swiftly making their way throught the blue
peppering the sky with all sorts of clouds
stratus – the long thin ones trail across the sky
#prompt #tagline #sixwordpoem
Looking for rainbows in cloudless skies
Translation for those who don’t get it….be happy 😃
Look for the colour in your life….and if you can’t find any add some 😊
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, 11th December
They said the mercury was rising today
Well, someone didn’t inform Jack Frost and his winter imps
For as I write, sat perched in a chair by a radiator
They appear to have left pretty patterns
All over peoples car windows and roofs
Seems like he’s skipped across the skies too,
As there’s a definite blue streak across Salford skylines
Firing high, towards the stars
is that pocket rocket, we know as stella
rising from her ignition point, she leaves glittery
entrails as she
works her way through the darkened sky
onlookers, smile as she paints the blackness with
really bright stars
kreativ ? most definately
Faro, the algarve, Portugal
What I woke up to this morning.
call it the last breath of summer
pine trees swaying in the warm air.
christmas come early ? Perhaps
From the Archive at Allpoetry.com, thought i’d share this one – a poem on the rain!
The field needs a watering
so nature gives a hand
layering the clouds so
they’re above the land
As sun heads off
to the other side of the world
the pockets of clouds are
about to be unfurled
dropping the contents
onto fields that are green
growing the veggies
the peas, potatoes and beans
And as water falls
it refreshes the soil
so the farmer has no problems
and his plough does not toil
But the best thing of the night
apart from the moon
is the red sky of evening
good weathers coming soon
