Writing Challenges
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Photography /Poetry /Song /Humour
Day Nine: “Double” — Rotate Your Image
Your twin sisters. Your neighbor’s two poodles. Your vision during a dizzy spell. Your doppelgänger. Double can be interpreted in many ways.
Two for the Double (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“I think I am seeing… double!!!”
Thorns by the Double
What do I spy
With my own little eye?
Thorns of plenty
Maybe even deadly
Someone call Wendy
She’ll be,
Green with envy
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry /Song /Humour
Day Nine: “Double” — Rotate Your Image
Your twin sisters. Your neighbor’s two poodles. Your vision during a dizzy spell. Your doppelgänger. Double can be interpreted in many ways.
Two for the Double (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“I think I am seeing… double!!!”
Sweets by the Double
What do I spy
With my own little eye?
Sweets by the double
Please call Hubble
Because I am in trouble
Please,
Someone burst this bubble!
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry /Song /Humour
Day Nine: “Double” — Rotate Your Image
Your twin sisters. Your neighbor’s two poodles. Your vision during a dizzy spell. Your doppelgänger. Double can be interpreted in many ways.
Two for the Double (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“I think I am seeing… double!!!”
Swans by the Double
What do I spy
With my own little eye?
Gliding on the waters
No, not sea-otters
Oh, my ears are ringing
Because
Two swans a singing
And a fly
In an apple tree
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry
Day Eight: “Edge” — Straighten Your Image
At Ta Prohm, the jungle temple in the Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, centuries-old carvings have fallen victim to time and tree roots. In some areas, walls still stand, their intact windows creating frames and portals. The solid, straight edges of the windows are a stark contrast to the stones that have tumbled down over time.
Close to the Edge (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha”
– Grandmaster Flash – The Message
End of Stairs
If you follow the walker
To the end of the stairs
With a hop and skip
Your toes you may dip
Unrestricted
At the edge of the pier
Into a cooling liquid
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry
Day Eight: “Edge” — Straighten Your Image
At Ta Prohm, the jungle temple in the Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, centuries-old carvings have fallen victim to time and tree roots. In some areas, walls still stand, their intact windows creating frames and portals. The solid, straight edges of the windows are a stark contrast to the stones that have tumbled down over time.
Close to the Edge (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha”
– Grandmaster Flash – The Message
Hand Rail
Hold on for your life
To the hand rail
Said the old wife
God forbid you to fail
You may end up
In dismay
Down the ledge
To the very edge
Of the dark waters
For the waves slaughter
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry
Day Eight: “Edge” — Straighten Your Image
At Ta Prohm, the jungle temple in the Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, centuries-old carvings have fallen victim to time and tree roots. In some areas, walls still stand, their intact windows creating frames and portals. The solid, straight edges of the windows are a stark contrast to the stones that have tumbled down over time.
Close to the Edge (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha”
– Grandmaster Flash – The Message
Water’s Edge
Follow the narrow street
To the water’s edge will it lead
You might catch a glimpse
Of the flowing fleet
Or even for this season
Catch of the day is shrimp
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Abandoned on Monday
“No buses today”
“Why?”
“Because, it’s Monday”
“So, I am just supposed to stay?”
“Well, you stay and play,
Or call for a taxi
And a higher fee pay!”
“What if I simply pray?”
“No use,
The buses won’t come today”
“Why?”
“Because, it’s Monday!”
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Sunshine on Monday
Look, who decided to show up
And here I was starting
To get all wound up!
Quickly, up from the tub
Grab my favourite cup
And outside,
With a huff and puff
I go
And none too slow!
Before, that is,
My favourite show
On TV is up!
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Rain on Monday
The snail’s predictions
Done, with convictions
Brought us destruction
With a set of storm and rain
Falling heavily,
Onto, the open plane
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Dark Clouds on Monday
Ominous and eerie
Even though, in theory
It was still summer
Feelings of weary
Vision getting blurry
Starting to worry
As the weather
Was getting glummer
Rantings Of A Third Kind 