Pack the car. – 17/4/17

Tea freezes over in the morning
And the sky is never blue no more
Yeah my tea freezes over in the morning
And it’s a long long way to out-a here.
-zu
To be sung in a country style if you would, with plucking on the banjo in the background. Thanks. 

Surely – 15/2/17

There’s a valley of sand stretching across from the edges,

Nothing but sand.

When we reach the fork of the road, we shan’t burn our bridges,

But we must go overland.

Let’s let the wind decide, our coat tails billow and snap,

And carry us high.

Our surprise is soon lost in the clouds of loud thunderclap,

Open a weather eye.

-zu

Laughter Rides a Bicycle – 10/11/16

Laugher rides a yellow bicycle through,
Rain-drenched pavements reflecting blue,
Catching each raindrop like a benediction,
And swinging on sunbeams in delightful contradiction

-zu

A little poem I brushed up a bit, from my stash of hidden poems 😉 I enjoy personifying qualities, what do you think laughter would look like?

No. 230 “It’s raining questions” 10/9/16

Spasmodic drops of rain delight the kookaburras mood,
Their laughter wakes the earth sodden and subdued.
A raindrop for a question, another pounding ‘why?’,
Softly when it’s pestering, a small wind for a sigh.
From deep and murky stars, rain falls like confetti,
Like a long line of laughing questions running down to the sea.

-zu

“Sometimes.” (written before my daily poem project started, so no number! 😊)

Sometimes I feel like a breeze, here and there I go,
Sometimes I feel like a whisper, whispering secrets slow.
Occasionally I feel like a lion, brave and strong and true,
Sometimes I feel like a wall, standing against any wind that blew.

Sometimes I look at the world, and people and how they live,
Sometimes I feel as if I’ve been pulled, straight through a very thin sieve.
Sometimes I wait on the corner, sometimes I wait on the road,
Sometimes I stop and lean on a tree, and slowly ease off my load.

Sometimes I walk for days, defying snow, wind and sleet,
Sometimes I am triumphant, and sometimes I am beat.
Occasionally I climb the tallest tree, just to look around,
Sometimes I lie and look at the stars, and feel the cold of the ground.

-zu

Ok, and now the word sometimes has ceased to look like a word to me 😂 hope you enjoyed this poem! I’m currently doing a daily poem project, yesterday’s poem was: No. 207 – 27/7/16

No. 138 “Something New” – 8/4/16

I wanted to write a lullaby but the rain’s already written one,

I wanted to paint a glad day, but that job’s been taken by the sun.

I tried to make a new flower or invent a brand new bird,

But when I went to give it a lilting song, I couldn’t find one I hadn’t heard.

-zu