Written by Susan Lane

About myself, Susan Lane, author, person, cheap and cheerful, plain

Yes, I’m a real live author with a family. I write poems about myself and different aspects of my life as they come to me. Within all of this I am including things that I have learned on this ColourMine journey, like my website building, that is a huge and ongoing thing for me.

About Susan Lane

So u’re seeing awesome narrative landed aware natural endless 

A definite voyage of discovery about
All the kinds of different things that are me 
Many of the things I have already broached 
In my poetry 
From the garden, the house, the website building, 
Yes, that’s all me. 
Not necessarily a step-by-step approach 
But a sort of commentary.

All these things I brought to you, 
Courtesy of ColourMine, 
My very own shining star and website 
Where all the residents stand in line 
They all live around and about ColourMine
They are all included in this poetry 
If each one of you have read through 
Each poem written by me, 
Then you’ll have a slightly different view 
Of how you see me and what I do. 

But back to me and my poetry. 
The life that I have lived 
Has been quite varied you see 
And with each job I have learned lots 
Of different ways to be me, 
From mother, field worker, lollipop person, 
Cleaner, secretary, 
Administrator, 
Stable-hand and carer, 
That is all the different me’s. 

About the Author Who Lives Here

Although I never once realised 
My true path was author, a writer of poetry 
A person with a way to interpret 
Visual imagery 
But here I am, 
I was diverted but now I’m back again, 
I am completely me.

And the one thing you may have noticed recently 
Is my every growing library of original organic poetry, 
There are at present 57 on the plate 
But there will be more to be seen, 
As life unfolds through my poetry 
At present they are in maybe 6 or 8 categories, 
If you have read them then you’ll know 
That not everything I do is put on show. 

Meet the 7 Me’s

Some things I do you will not see 
Like grass and hedge cutting 
To keep my outside world tidy. 
You also won’t see my vacuum playing with me 
But that’s because I don’t do it that often 
Because there’s only me, 
But the tops are wiped and the laundry is done, 
The dishwasher on and 
Now those chores are completed you see, 
I can go have my fun 

Fun for me is bringing my poems to you, 
I write them all would you believe, 
Then type them up 
With a reasonable speed of 50 to 80 wpm 
Depending on the day, 
And whatever else comes my way. 
Although my poems are important to me, 
So is my homelife, 
Equally, 

And over time I shall bring to you 
Different aspects to nudge, 
Wink and laugh with you 
At my facepalm moments, 
Of which you’ll find there are quite a few, 
And that’s because I’m not infallible you see 
To life’s stupid moments that I unknowingly 
Play with diligently 
And if the recording of this bio poem 
Has gone mistake free 
Then I shall be amazed, astounded, believe me.

Adaptable Me

Now it’s time for a cup of tea 
Before I shoot off to Sainsbury’s 
For another bottle of Asti, 
Well, Sainsbury’s has been done 
And now for a different kind of fun. 
Out with the tarpaulin, 
Steps and hedge trimmer for me 
Just for a couple of hours to start to get it tidy 
Before another chore comes hurtling towards me.

Life you see has a way 
Of shoving all the other extra stuff 
In front of me. 
I really hope you see 
That I’m not some boring poetic author 
Who doesn’t do anything 
Apart from writing bloomin’ poetry 

With that new fandangled AI thing. 
The kind where you just give it an idea, 
A few words, colours, places or items to include 
Grief or laughter or even obesity and whooptido ding, 
In seconds your new poem is constructed to be seen, 
No errors, it’s all flair, no life experience or emotion there 
But that’s not me.

All Lived-In Originality

Mine is all lived in, experienced with tears, 
Laughter, pain and misery. 
All the garden with tantrums, yes, that’s me. 
The household chores, yup, 
Unfortunately, that’s also me, 
Boring as heck but when it’s all done, 
I can go have a nice cold glass of Asti 
Whilst I sit on my bum 

Then there’s ColourMine, 
What a lightbulb moment that was for me 
With all the mental hard work 
Building what is essentially 
A digital room for my poems for you to read, 
Each category I’ve included you see 
Is like a separate book shelf 
With all the books of my life poems 
For you to see lots of different sides to me. 

From mother, grandmother, carer, Sainsbury’s shop assistant, 
Yes, that’s me, I use the Scan and Go, hehe. 
Then domestic servant for my animals you see, 
And I’m a poetic author and a person, 
That’s at least 7 of me 
And all you see is someone 
Who writes bloomin’ strange poems 
Don’t you agree?

Now I’ve invested some time and finally seen 
There is way for you to click a like button 
So, I can see if you actually like what you read, 
Now time for me to grab a cup of tea 
And trawl through other mental quandaries, 
Now where’s that tea? 

This poem may grow in unexpected ways. Check back sometime

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ColourMine poetry, and the original photographs, are completely authentic to myself, Susan Lane – no AI, no plagiarism, all checked and verified by copyleaks

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