My dog Jake

My dog

My dog jake
Is a jake dog
Ball catcher
Cat chaser
Sun sleeper
Lap sitter
Wave biter
Spider sniffer
Stick chewer
Tail whipper
Ice cream licker
Sock burier
Water lapper
Seal swimmer
Rabbit fetcher
My dog jake
Is a jake dog

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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