If I painted a picture

If I painted a picture

What would you see?

A bright moon shining

In a blue velvet sky

Glistening in the dark sea

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If I painted a picture

What would you see?

Warm breeze running through

My sun kissed hair

Ruffling it up

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If I painted a picture

What would you see?

My smile laughing

As you joke and laugh

Making me happy

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If I painted a picture

What would you see?

Bright blue skies

Turquoise lagoon

Water lapping at our feet

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If you painted a picture

What would I see?

You smiling back at me

You laughing, your happiness

You being you, me being me

Worth getting up for

This is the sort of morning that

The dew sparkles on the grass

The sun shines through the trees

Casing elongated shadows

Adorning the deep leaf carpet

The nip in the air tingles on the lips

Spider’s webs wait, hang between trees

Holding diamond droplets of dew

Waiting to stick to my face

Water bubbles and trickles

Gently meandering downstream

Birds gentling singing

In the canopy above

I stand in the warm sun

And close my eyes

It could almost be summer

Then the nip of the air

Tingles on my lips

And I remember autumn has arrived

And this is a day

Worth getting up for.

Something New – Poetry Journal

When Rio suggested a poetry journal excitement ran through me with such force, I realised that I had to give it a go.I know I like to write a poem on a daily basis and it is often very random. Here was an opportunity to write a poem which might reflect my mood, where I am at, what my thoughts are on a given day and what made me write a poem.

So here goes, Something New to get my teeth into. So today’s poem came from the inspiration of a surfer who I chatted to on twitter. Mad I know. I don’t surf and never have done, however he made me feel that I wanted more to life. I wanted perfection each day, what ever that may be.

Blue Skies as far as the eye can see

Surf rolling, high crests rising

Sun sparkling on the waters edge

Surfers riding the waves

Hope paddling out,

shock as the wave is caught,

Amazed as each wave is ridden,

Ecstasy as they glide with the water,

Disbelief of the power of the wave,

freedom, speed with the breaking surf,

Spiritual feeling, at one with nature,

One foot in the sand

one in the water

waiting for the perfect wave.

My Random Musings

I Guess

So today for one month I am joining NaPoWrimo’s one poem a day.

Each day there is a prompt.  So where is todays poem.

Warm up was from this:-  http://venusofnatalie.tumblr.com/post/111465348701/essay-by-bernadette-mayer

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I guess it’s too late to live on a narrow boat

I guess it’s too late to buy a boat

I guess it’s too late to be boats woman

I guess it’s too late for me to own a boat

I guess I’m too old to work the locks

I guess the dog wouldn’t like the boat

I guess he wouldn’t want to swim in the canal

I guess I could sit on top of the boat and write poems

Will all the inspiration from the water

The ducks, geese and water birds

I guess there are boating poets

I look and find

Jo Bell, she was the Canal laureate,

Living her dream

I could do that, I could be a boating poet

I could write just that moment in time

If I wanted to live on a boat

I would have to give up the house

Change the way I live

Use up all my money

I am not too old to live on the water

The dog would adore the freedom

It’s made me think, long and hard

I might be a narrow boating poet

Suspended in water

Suspended in water

tiny fluttering of fins

you work so hard to remain

Motionless

 

You dart, twist and turn

scoot between rocks

Chase one anthers to

entertain

 

Floating in the bubbles

created by the pump

I see you bask, do they

Tickle?

 

I come to your tank

you come to greet me

are you looking at me

the way i’m looking at you

 

You are not free

held in a tank

I am not free

bound to a house

 

I am thankful for your serenity

you give me peace

you capture me, mesmerize me

I thank you

 

 

I’m not hot I’m cool

The heat is amazing, no sun, no breeze

Dark skies, humidity, we struggle

We need to think cool thoughts

Ice in a gin and tonic

Cool lake to swim in

Snow capped mountains

Icy water running from glaciers

I think cool thoughts

I turn the fan on full

It whips my hair into a tangled mess

No worries, bare feet on the flagstones outside

Ice cold Gin and Tonic in my hand

Rain is released from the dark black clouds

Soaking me from head to toe

I feel like a child being sprayed with water

I laugh and giggle as I dance in the rain

It feels so good to feel alive.

 

The Kappa

From out of the water the kappa arose
His scaly blue skin from his head to his toes
His webbed hands and feet are as small as a child’s
His eyes rolled around looking fierce and wild

A plate on his head and a beak for a mouth
Dripping with water as he looked to the south
His flat hairless plate on the top of his head
Is where his power lays which stops children dead.

He’s a trickster, beware of his mischievous streak
He’s likes to play pranks and make ladies shriek
From innocent pranks to his malevolent side
He’s a water monster, he has no pride

He’s not to be trusted, not even an inch
Watch your loved ones which he likely to pinch
He’ll pillage and rape, he doesn’t care
Whatever you think he doesn’t do fair

 

Be friends with the Kappa and he will help you
Bringing occasional gifts right out of the blue
If you’re clever enough to dupe for some aid
The kappa won’t break an oath that he’s made

A Japanese myth, a legendary creature
In spring and summer in water he’ll feature
The cold arrives the mountains he knows
He’s Yama-no-Kami, that’s where he goes

Beware my friend of the Kappa beware
Regardless of myth, he isn’t that rare
Keep on your guard, both night and day
And the kappa will surely be kept at bay.