Slug

Small

Slimy

Creature

Leaving

Silver

Slim trail

On my

Lettuce leaves

Not happy!

A Solage - I think!

Sailing towards the finishing line

Looking forward to a glass of wine

Smashed

Trying to write Haikus . . . Again!!!

Rose Bushes

In row by row

Brilliant yellow petals

Tell of sorrow

Torment

Dormant frangipani tree  

Outside my kitchen window

November's Revenge  

Destruction

Fine particles

Stretch between my toes

Sandcastle gives way   

Really I did write about the weather forecast!

Drifting

The weather maps

Show the highs and lows

The shifting wind troughs too

Now the weather man

Tells me the heat

From the West and South

Are due in the northeast

This weekend

So Brisbanites

Brace yourselves

The summer heats

Finally due to arrive!

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 5 January 2012

An uncreative day

Bullfrog

Swollen glands

Puffed out chin

A voice that’s choked

Sounds more like a croak

Today I feel like a bullfrog  

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 4 January 2012

A rewrite from day 1 #MoP12

Intoxicated

2012 starts intoxicated,

As explosions are still sounding

In my weakened body

A hangover lingers.

Like yesterday’s leftovers

The constant explosions

Continue as bright colours

Flash under my duped eyelids.

The brilliant reds, yellow and greens too

Fizzle and then explode,

As I lay in semi conscious state,

Wishing I was asleep.

I should explain

My intoxication is not from amber liquid,

But caused by an epileptic seizure

Bringing a halt to celebrations.

It was to be round one,

The 8 o’clock show, you know

For the young ones,

Well for me it was the end of the night.

The sounds

Pounds in my heart

As if another cracker

Engulfed me.

The coloured lights

Continued to spray overhead,

Like bullets from a shot gun,

Showering me with their presence.   

Such an onslaught

Broke my fragile nerves

And the light show

Trigger me into semi conscious.

As another seizure

Hijacked my body

Which violently shook

Me into a state of exhaustion.

Now I walk though the day

Feeling suspended in time,

As the shades of

2011 remain ringing in my head.

It's only lunch time yet

Thoughts of climbing into bed

Consuming exhaustion

Robs me of January 1!

Luck I didn’t drink!

© Debbie Chilton, Copyright, January 2, 2012 

The Edit

FOR BETTER OR WORSE

To edit

I sit and check the tense

Too many syllables here

Not enough there

Don’t need that ‘and’ in there

And this line here makes no sense

And now I’m unsure

If this reads for better or worse?

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 3 January 2012