Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Definitely not Monochrome
Call me dull
A total null
Even a drone
But never ever
Call me monochrome
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Peekaboo
Behind the shades
Before the sunlight fades
Peekaboo!
I see you!
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Mirror Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Please make me look very tall
In this picture shown for all
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Off /On the Wall
Living in my little box
Canny as a big fox
Hanging from these old rocks
This is were I keep my clocks
And where all the cool kids flock
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Nightly Shadows
When the lights are turned on
Odd reflections
Life’s projections
Or an unidentified phenomenon
Posted in Daily Incidents
Tale /Humour /Horror
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I have a great desire to serve humanity without ever actually getting off my chair” Cyrus Broacha
Royal Chair (Seat Sunday)
A seat worthy
Even of royalty
Try it on for size
You may be surprised
And want one to buy!
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Reflections
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Reflections (SL-WEEK 44)
“Once I’ve taken photographs, I look at them, and I get into them, and I’m there for the moment – and then that’s it. I find little time for reflection” Pattie Boyd
Truth or Reflection
Just an illusion
Causing much confusion
Which one is the truth
And which is the reflection?
Or are they both perfection
In a mind’s eye?
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Reflections
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Reflections (SL-WEEK 44)
“Once I’ve taken photographs, I look at them, and I get into them, and I’m there for the moment – and then that’s it. I find little time for reflection” Pattie Boyd
Glass Wall Reflections
Blue skies
Blue waters
Blue reflections
Blue feelings?
Nah:
They are just reflections
Glass wall projections
Real life is more colourful
And now,
Feeling more powerful
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Reflections
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Reflections (SL-WEEK 44)
“Once I’ve taken photographs, I look at them, and I get into them, and I’m there for the moment – and then that’s it. I find little time for reflection” Pattie Boyd
Nightly Reflections
Scary darkness surrounding
My heart is wildly pounding
The waves in the distant sounding
A flicker of light in the distance
Easing my earlier resistance
Now walking towards the pier
Mind still filled with fear
Behind me, dragging my gear
Finally arriving at my destination
Looking at the dark water with hesitation
Chewing my thumb
But the time has come…
To dive in
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