The sun peeps behind a cloud
I hope it is not too loud
The swallows doze in the trees
I’m in dreams up to my shiny knees
tweedledum and tweedledee
the honey-eater swings on the trapeze
of the scrawny twig
& I have another swig
of ambrosia lite
and this poem is shining much too bright
unmoored again I chase links
but my cottontail heart shrinks
- image courtesy of Wikipedia
John Malone 
Phantasmagorical! Very breezy and dreamy and dozy.
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thanks; I like that description; I went out on a limb with this one . I had fun 🙂
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🙂
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BFCW why can’t I write deep meaningful stuff like this? Should I be drinking ambrosia instead of Fosters?
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Lol ; the answer is yes, Don but you have to use whatever’s at hand 🙂 what did John Lennon say, whatever gets you through the night 🙂
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Hmm…what gets me through the night? My nice warm duvet and Wenny my pet chicken I to bed. She lays me an egg for my breakfast while we sleep. Isn’t she nice? Gotta be careful I don’t lie on it.
Oh? you don’t know Wenny? She features in a poem coming up.
She helps to get me through the night. Thankyou John M and John L……..
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🙂 very funny, Don; no, I don’t know Wendy: looking forward to the poem 🙂
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It’s not Wendy she’s clucking, it’s Wenny. Wenny Henny in full….. She’s forgiven you…says I made a typo…..never argue with your pet chicken John…they turn around and go off the lay….still lays with me but won’t lay an egg….
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Lol; you’re in top , Don: must be that ambrosia you’re drinking 🙂 hey! and you know me: if I get Elle’s gender mixed up, what chance have I got at getting Wenny’s name right 🙂
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You are in a bad way…think that trip outside your head’s left you a bit vacant in the name-remembering department. ….I drink Fosters..,,,can’t afford ambrosia…..Elle’s forgiven you and Wenny thinks I made a typo….so all’s good… don’t fret…
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the wordsmith hard at work, the pen glowing with spars of rhyming words
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thanks, Michael; the pen is glowing but it’s not setting the readership alight 😦
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just be patient it will all happen after your demise
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bugger; I fear you’re right 😦
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Gosh John you put my meagre efforts to shame…
What brilliance! And with deep meaning I get lost in.
I’m certain ‘The sun peeps behind a cloud’ has a deeper meaning which escapes me….
Chasing link birds when not tied down I do get…a good sport…I do it every Saturday.. swig Fosters with Skip….he enjoys chasing links as well….
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love your generous humour, Don; I must have been out of my head when I wrote this, but as you said, we take ourselves far too seriously; we need to loosen up 🙂
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I am pleased to hear you echo my words:
‘we take ourselves far too seriously; we need to loosen up
You need to get out of your head more often……
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An enjoyable piece of whimsy John.
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that’s very generous of you, Hobbo; thanks 🙂
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like hobbo, i admire the whimsy of this one!
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thanks, Beth; I let my whimsical side take over 🙂
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The refs to Wonderland are apt, indeed. Glad your cottontail heart chased this one down. 🙂
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I’m forever influenced by Wonderland, Ed 🙂 and the silly, sad surrealism of Edward Lear 🙂
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Ah. Your inner pussycat became a bit owlish for a few moments, eh? 😉
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love the Lear reference, Ed; love any Lear reference 🙂 love him, A A Milne, and dear old Spike 🙂
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Love how this goes back and forth, up and down like your thoughts sitting in the sun with a beer. Alice in Wonderland vibe. New word, “scrawny” I need to get that in somewhere.
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I was actually sitting in the shade with a glass of red when I wrote this, Ulle, looking up at a honey-eater rocking back and forth on a scrawny twig 🙂
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Surreal feelings, John. Love the nod, just need a jabberwocky behind that tree. Love when I’m unmoored, but not drifting on a melancholy trolley. To get though the night, a bottle of red. my head on the glass, bumps and instrumental tracks.
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Ah. Often I prefer instrumental tracks, too. Less distraction from the lyrics.
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fully with you, Karen; as TALKING Heads say ‘Stop Making Sense’ 🙂
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😉 ah, great band; we’re all mad here, and I’m loving all the tracks you’re inspiring me to enjoy. Cheers!
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ps love ‘Crimson and Clover’ too, an inspired track 🙂
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Good taste is priceless. You have it for sure, John. 🙂
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You made the words dance to perfect ending John. Had the feel of a mature nursery rhyme. Hello from Michigan.
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thanks for the comment, John; glad it brought you joy; yes, a happy little poem 🙂
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It was fun to read and you are welcome John.
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I always enjoy reading what you have to say; we have led different lives in different parts of the world: we can learn from each other 🙂
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This is one reason I liked the W.P. We have poetry and views from the whole world. Give us a better outlook if we understand places, we cannot live in or visit.
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Nothing worse than
a droopy cottontails 🐇
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ROFL : you got that one right, David: damn ambrosia 🙂
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I don’t know what the effect would be of swigging full strength ambrosia, David 🙂
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Fluid flaccidity, I suspect 🥀
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that would appear to be the best prognosis, David 🙂 much thanks 🙂
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