Rediscovering music
Remembering
why where and when
I enjoyed it
In the first place

First to arrive
I should get a prize
said Broghan

I was once serenaded
by a love of mine
who
as a boy
put frogs into
his maiden aunts' beds
and caught bats
with a net

who
as a young man
broke his back on LSD
and had to learn to walk again

who tried to rescue me
when I was in deep shock
fought for me
followed me
then
after a period of eight years
remembered my birthday

a man who always
made me feel safe
and loved
and
nearly always
made me laugh

a man who worked for the homeless
where he caught
Tuberculosis
had a stroke
and sadly died
of lung disease
all within a few years

His love of music
and spontaneous laughter
will ever be in my heart

I miss him

I saw my grandsons
yesterday
we had some fun
They were
pressing their noses
against the door pane
and pulling faces

Tufts of grass appearing
as the snow is slowly falling
and amazingly
the snowdrops
and crocuses
have survived

Both beautiful
and interesting
to see
as I sit here again
looking out
of my windowpane

The rays of the sun
according to some
are called 'Jacob's  Ladders'
though I
don't know why

The rays of the sun
according to me
come down from the sky
an amazing sight
to see

Nice bright
sunshiny day
melting the snow
from far away

An early spring this year
Zillions of Snowdrops
intermingling amongst
Crocuses and Daffodils

A delight for our eyes

Snowy slushy sleety
Freezing cold weather outside
Thankful for the warm flat
in which I live

A  poem for Sheila

Such a lot to do
Such a lot to do
Such a lot to do

Thank goodness for you

Cracks and droplets
appearing on the ceiling
looking ominous to me
'Report to SLDC'

Early in the morning
it dawned on me
that somebody
had moved
into the flat
above me

In early morning
we heard an owl
Twitt a whooing

Singing Happy Birthday
to my granddaughter
who has 'real knitting'

The golden leaves are still shimmering
in the autumn breeze

As we were leaving the hospital
We were met by
a beautiful
turquoise sky
a blanket of
mottled blue and red
with the 'Wow' factor
instead of
the 'X' factor

We jostled down the elevator
Only to discover
That there were no other bards
In the lounge
Wondering where they were
And hoping to see them next week

The sky was a clear pale blue
As we looked around
The panoramic view
Two flocks of starlings
Flew above us
A special sight
In the early evening sunlight

Turning the corner
I heard the sound of a flute
Two Red Indians were standing there
in all their splendour
Then were dancing to their music

They were playing a tune I really liked
One I'd been singing the evening before
'I'd rather be a sparrow than a fly'
which had been haunting me

But it was the flute music they played
as I turned the corner
and in between the songs
That made me buy their CD

I saw a hedgehog yesterday
on the road
out during the day
when they are usually nocturnal
It reminded me of years ago
when I saw my first hedgehog

My son
is going to walk
out of the hospital

Flying insects
on that bush over there
Butterflies bees wasps
worker bees or drones?
on the pink flowers
I shall draw them
for my niece's wedding
one at a time
with some sweet peas

Flowers
Phosphorus in water
Babies and Bubbles
Raindrops and rainbows
Company

Ring a ring of roses
I picked myself a posy
Of violet violas
Looking like a butterfly
With a big moon daisy
Some waxy leaves
And a pink flower
A picture to create
In pencil and paint
A peaceful pastime
To contemplate
Their beauty

We couldn't find
a better place
to sit and have a picnic
we thought
looking at the view
and breathing in
the heady scent of flowers
and there a single harebell
had seeded itself
in the grass

Preparing for my yearly visit
down south
I was glad to learn
that I need not yearn
Friday mornings will not be empty
on my return

It's where to score
If you're looking for
A  lift

Turmeric tea
Fixes joints
And will make you feel
Lovely

Party pants Party pants
Let your wind go free
Let your wind go free

The flower border separates
the path from the garden
Wildflowers grow freely
in a place where it's harder
seeding themselves
not needing a gardener

I like the letter ´L´
because you can write
a letter
and put it in an envelope
not forgetting to put an address
and a stamp
then put it in a letter box
From Postman Pat
To the trains or boats or planes
then Shank´s pony
will deliver the letter
by hand
so someone receives
a nice surprise

Yesterday
was a better day
to see my son
sitting in
the sushine

Sounds vibrating
Resonating
Out

A is for Apple
B is for Battle
C is for Cattle

The bridge is still bouncy
The water calm and clear
Horses’ hoofprints churned the grass
Bright yellow star-shaped Celandine
Bluebells and Wood Sorrel
Shoals of fish
Delighting people

Sat in  the flat

On the door I heard a tap

Cadbury chocolate appears

It must be thursday

Andrew's here.......



Thinking what to do

I thought I'd show him a poem or two

Looking aound

The poems we found

We had a look

but they were not in a book

On line they were

The words on the screen were there


Maggie said Lets make a rhyme

Andrew answered
Yes that will be fine

Some words from you

A few bits from me

Now it is time

For a cup of tea

How now brown cow

Is what i thought today

Before Sheila came

And then we went out to play

Today

It's a magical place
The views are
Among the best I've ever seen
You can feel the wind blowing in your hair
The amazing gardens
Mingling with the natural world all around
Where the dinosaurs would have roamed

Cheering Up On  A Wintry  Day    

Gazing at the grazing sheep
And our feathered friends
Flying in flocks
On  a wet wild and wintry day

Feeling peaceful
When I returned home
For the first time in ages

Maggie Sorbie
January 2017

January Rain


It was kind of soothing
Listening to the saturating rain
From inside  my window pane
I was glad to be in here
And not out there
I wish it would stop
It has been like this
On and off
Four days on the trot

Maggie Sorbie

As autumn turns into winter
And the sun is low in the sky
It is hard to believe
The beautiful color
As the last leaves fall
From the trees

The ground is damp
The sky is blue
The blackbird,
Could it really be nestbuilding
In November?

A large land
Located
Across
The Atlantic Ocean
Where
I don't want to go

Breathtaking
Autumn view
Like being on top
Of the world
Magical
Neanderthal
The stone circle
Resonating
Spectacular
Invigorating
Fresh mountain air

The fountain felt like a frog

Olivia looked pretty
With her long blonde hair

Stepping over the stones
To meet me there

A butterfly fluttered by
It landed on her ear

Thinking it was a wasp
She cried out with fear

I love my rubber ball
It makes me stand up nice and tall
I can throw it
I can catch it
I can bounce it
I can follow it
I can pass it
I can share it
I can kick it
And in so doing
I can learn from it
That's why I love my rubber ball

I can float like a boat
And swim like a fish
But I cannot live in the sea
The land where I can stand
Is meant for me
Whose land?
Will it be?

Maggie Sorbie  Sept 25th 2016

Sitting facing the
Lounge window
At Bingo
It had been a hot September day
Then it started to rain
Pouring down
And the sky became a pale pink
And the leaves a bronze brown
A beautiful moment
Captured by my mind in time

The rustling leaves carried in the breeze
As the sun began to shine
And dried up all the rain
So we can go out to play
At the end of the school day
Yippee Aye Yay

Ten men made a den
In the fen for the hen
One of the men
Whose name was Ben
And who had a pen
Said
Do you ken what yen
You could get
For that hen
In the land of the zen

Maggie. Sept 2016