One Poem Every Day, Poetry, Uncategorized

Shall we meet the night? – 13/7/17

Outside our yellow boxes
Night lurks
Grinning with yellow teeth
-zu
He’s probably friendly, shall we go out and see?
I feel like my years of nights spent protected by electric lights has robbed me of being able to enjoy the velvety darkness at night. Are you a day time person or a night time person? 
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One Poem Every Day, Uncategorized

Daily Poem, No. 120 “Lightning” – 13/3/16 (Also, Summer or Winter? Tell me!)

My mum was struck by lightning but I was never scared of storms,

Although everybody seems to love the breeze that summer warms.

I always had a dream, that I would learn to fly,

With thunder above my shoulder and lightning in the sky.

I beg the storm to take me up into the gold and grey,

The wind sings to me so sweetly, till I start to turn away.

I shall walk home through the olive groves and weep, for I’m down here,

While above thunder and lightning dance, there’s not a chance that they can hear.

-zu

Fun fact: my mum really was struck by lightning! Indirectly of course, which is why she survived, with a pretty cool story!  

Also, summer or winter? In this poem I seem to be leaning towards winter but in actuality I love summer best. Which are you? 

One Poem Every Day, Poetry

Keeping the car in a straight line is good,
Don’t want to go to work, but I should.
Will there be biscuits in the shared tin?
No. And so the work day decides to begin.
This isn’t a thoroughly dismal day though,
The cool sun is smiling in a way that I know.
Catch me window hopping, trying to catch,
Each sunny vista, each sunny patch.
In the end it wasn’t hard as it could be,
I scraped it all in, and I’m going home free.
The road dips, curving itself happily,
Along the grassy spaces and past the galaxy.

-zu

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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