Photography
Posted in the Daily Post: Order
“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago
Order (TDP)
Colour Coded Order
When you hit the beach
You can easily find what you seek
The water line is fully loaded
All in order and even colour coded
Sun-beds, parasols and boats
Basically, with everything, which floats
So come on join the fun
Today, here, under the warming sun!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
A barren solemn branch
Towards the skies advance
By choice or chance?
Never mind, just join the dance!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin;
what else does a man need to be happy?”
Albert Einstein
A Seat fit for a Queen
A royal chair look-alike
A regular seat in disguise
A very clever ploy
For this seatly decoy
Posted in Seat Sunday
“When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family’s car at the drive-in” Forest Whitaker
Sunny Side of theBench
On the sunny side of the bench
No option of getting drenched
Enjoying the long, warming rays
In these unworried and lazy days
Before the days are done
Soaking in the healing sun
With closed eyes this moment
Like an image in my mind burnt
Posted in the Daily Post: Evanescent
“In this life, all is Evanescent. Live for the now”
― Carlyle Labuschagne
Evanescent
When it was time for a break
We used to dive into the lake
In the mid summer’s wake
Us kids and even, the scary snake
Posted in the Daily Post: Evanescent
“In this life, all is Evanescent. Live for the now”
― Carlyle Labuschagne
Evanescent
Sail, sail, sail your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a fading dream
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair
Smokey Friday
Smoke, on the water, smoke, on the asphalt, smoke in the air: That is not fair!
Friday was finally here. A time of joy, a time of parties, a time of all the things you could not do during the week, because you had to get up early and that meant going to bed early… see where I am going with this? Yes it was just that time, Friday, the day, freedom begun.
But as most of us may have feared, the weather gods in their great wisdom, had decided our fates to follow an other path. The cold damp outside, just made you want to stay indoors, close the curtains, cover the doors. Light up all the candles… oh this was certainly a scandal!
Continued in part two
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair
Smokey Friday
Foggy, cold, damp. Do I need to this list add? Oh why was this weather made to last?
I could not wait to get out of here fast!
Staring, at the bright coloured images on the wall, that moment trying to stall. Memories from the year last, were filling my mind fast. Wondering, was it still possible? Maybe if I let something go?
Thinking, thinking, thinking. One more look outside, and there it was: I had decided.
Running into the bedroom, opening the closet door, taking out my suitcase and quickly, not deciding,
taking out some clothing. Sooner than later, the bag was packed. I had just stuff grabbed and now on my way downstairs, passport in one hand, suitcase in the other. Anything else, I could not be bothered.
Calling the taxi, anticipating, blasting, why I had not thought of this sooner.
Never mind, better later I told myself as the taxi arrived and it I hailed.
The door slammed shut, I was sitting on my butt and on my way, where ever, because here I could not stay: preferably sunshine and sandy beaches, as far as the eye sight reaches….
Posted in the Daily Post: Evanescent
“In this life, all is Evanescent. Live for the now”
― Carlyle Labuschagne
Evanescent
Before, all the machines
Before, the invention of vaccines
Life moved slowly, like a dream
Or so it seemed…
“Everything, was better back then!”
