OUCH !! little tortoise

Ouch little tortoise

What did you do?

I’m sat in the sunshine feeding you.

You have no teeth so you can’t chew,

I’m holding out the food for you.

You don’t want the lettuce

I’m beginning to regret it.

I can see the hunger rising in you.

Then you sniff out a red grape or two.

So I sit and hold them out for you.

You stretch you neck

And tilt your head.

Beak out stretched.

Open and chomp

Open and chomp you pull it down

And come back twice.

And bite, bite, bite.

You get a finger, grape, a finger

But that third bites worse.

Your sharp beaks’ a stinger.

Ouch little tortoise what did you do?

Do you have to bite me every time I am feeding you?

A piece of mind

Like a dripping tap

of mind.

It can't close off

or decide.

What words to drop

and let make rhyme.

What words let through

and aren't- unkind. 

Twinkle phone

Twinkle, twinkle

mobile phone.

Your flashing, like your far from home.

But don't you understand

nobody will phone.

So sing your rings, your too alone. 

Read a voice

The silence rings a lonely tune.
Does it matter I'm forgetting you?

So read a voice, and speak a book.
It doesn't matter, the way you look.

It's just something we all mistook.

Wet Rabbit

Little wet Rabbit, sat on slab
I opened my umbrella,
but you ran too fast.

now you're all wet, and waiting to play.
It doesn't bother you.

Rain won't stop play.

If...

If our ideas are dreams, then how will we see?
because in the darkness, our lives will be.

Admittance ( through those unloved cups of coffee)

It's interesting really, I drank coffee because you did I never really liked it but like a child to a trusted one I gulped it down as you took one. And laughed and smiled with a burnt tongue, you'd talk and walk as I drank my thoughts. And tell me that " one day it would all be all right" and that even now it was " okay to tell me, whenever you want, whenever you want". Through the sips and painfully burnt tongue I'd  cry and avoid your eyes. I'd only manage a second when you told me to " look at you" but that was all it took. Somewhere between the steaming cups, my moist cheeks and your gentle gaze there was a point a way for me to gulp it down and say.At first you were a stranger in disguise quick to anger, scary a hater. Though something in you called you to me, and through my youth I saw your truth. The hand that guided helped and decided. And then one day I'd decided, I looked up unguided.

" I'm scared" I said.