TWO MORE POEMS ... A Cinquain and Night Walking

 Just dreaming one day, I wrote this poem.

Imagination

One
Two, three,
Can you catch
me? Can you run
All the way to the
sun? Can you soar like a
bird? Or a cloud in the sky?
Can you hear in your ear a butterfly sigh?
Will you stand  and be heard?
You  can in your mind...in your head,
In the blink of an eye,  just try, follow my
Simple  plan all the way  to your  bed,
Then you dream and believe, wear your
Heart on your sleeve, see wonderful
Things, beads, bangles and rings,
It’s  as  free  as
can  be,  if
you...just
see.


 This is a poem I wrote inspired by page 1 of Charles Dickens, 'The Old Curiosity Shop'

NIGHT WALKING

 My time for walking is at night,
 Heaven be thanked, I love it’s light
 It favours my infirmity...
 Affords me opportunity...
 On this I often speculate,
 Sometimes it’s early, sometimes late.

 That never ending restlessness
 is always present to my sense.
 No glare and hurry of broad noon
 Destroys my air-built castle moon.
 My habit bears me no remorse,
 O’er glossy stones I walk that course.

 In midst of weariness and pain
 The slipshod begger walks again.
 While in St Martins Court they sleep
 Exquisite booted habits keep
 Me walking far from noises’ blast,
 A saunt’ring watcher is outcast.