I just accidentally clicked on the new editor and didn’t understand it at all. My photos uploaded straight away but then I couldn’t work out how to add text? Has anyone else used it yet?
Bright sky, blue moon, sharp stars.
Pink and yellow sparkle,
Flat blue and violet.
No clouds this morning,
Just smoke trails in the blue.
Azure hue, tinge of grey.
Twigs and branches scratch holes
Through into the night.
Fingers of dark pulling down the dark,
Dawn into Dusk.
A handbook for engineering,
A toy racing car,
A second hand oil heater.
I’ll go out and buy one he said.
We don’t need an engineers thesaurus,
A scalextric set,
I’ll get some glue,
And some wood
And some brackets
We don’t need shelves,
We’ve got cupboards
I’ll get some yeast
And flour (strong white)
And a mixing bowl
He told her.
But you burn toast
Add salt to cakes
And set fire to the grill
I’ll buy a shed, she said
For you, she said
Then you’ll be happy
Your bruises show on your skin.
Where wind and birds have scratched
And clawed at you.
But impenetrable until ripe
Your green skin is freckled and dented.
Even squirrels attempted a nibble
But the weight of your plumpness denied their grip,
Instead hurling you to the hard ground.
Collected to be put into a pie,
Cut up or discarded.
Your fate awaits.
Oh the bells and whistles
Oh the joy of text.
Tied to my computer
Can’t give it a rest .
Colours lights and art groups
Follow this and that
Games and news and videos
Just another app.
Fake and real and horrible,
Words all torn and turned
Life is just an algorithm
Sent from my mobile
Into your old brain
Never been so engaged
With nothing, no real gain.
So put that ruddy phone down
Turn off your all your apps
A call back to reality
Before your life is …
Blue and cold, chill my bones,
Snow falls sifted like icing sugar.
Whorls of wind taking heat away.
to where? Icy fingertips frosted nose,
Ankles and feet lumped with shivers,
Cooled heels , cold arms, breath softly turned to cold fog.
Heating is on but not making a dent in the chilly room.
Yesterday was glorious, brilliant, sunny.
Now I need thermal clothes to encapsulate me.
It may not warm till spring, when suns return heralds warmth.
Till then, head down, under duvet, I try and stay warm.
Winter begins in Autumns arms.
A poem of spellchecker words…….
I tried the same way but
Sent from my old phone.
I enjoy the rest of the day,
Pearly white hair on the sofa,
Sent from my black bag,
Cause a bit of a victorian painting
Sent from my old address ,
So sharp and fine with the barn dance
I’m a little bit worried about the snow.
Its a bit like an expensive weekend.
Sent from my old version of my head.
What is sleep, this spider web of thought,
Old choices or soft places? Violence or love?
Never forget your dream until its over then it’s gone.
Reality is there . Belief in normality that is surreal.
Fire and ice, pain and grace.
How we dream of troubles,of happiness of joy of hate.
Integrating thoughts or losing the agony of pain.
Value sleep it is an escape into dreams.