Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso
Transmogrify
Follow
The yellow brick road
If you can find it
That is
Because for now
It’s all covered in snow!
Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso
Transmogrify
The road less travelled
Is now covered
With a white substance!
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
An unusual event
Over suburbia manifested
A late afternoon halo effect
Painted a glowy silhouette
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
Sky painted red
Before the sun
Into the ocean fled
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
The sun was rising
Over the horizon
Surely, a reason
For celebration
Especially here
In this season!
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
A big white ball
In nature’s great hall
It’s tentacles sprawled
Across the bluest of walls
Posted in the Daily Post: Local
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee,
eating porridge and reading the paper at a local café”
Anton du Beke
Local Book Mobile for the Daily Post
When you hear the sound of the wheels
As they slightly screech and squeal
A vehicle driving down the small road
All the kids are quickly up on their toes
Trying to get a glimpse of the nearing
Soon all their faces lit up and leering
The familiar sound of the tooting horn
Breaking the silence of the early morn’
The biggest of all the coaches
As the local book mobile approaches
Soon enough the children come a running
And started has the pushing and shoving
A little while later
Only the sound of paper
Rustling, as the books have found
A solid ground
In the hands of the readers
Truly, the books are mind feeders
Posted in the Daily Post: H2O
Photography /Poetry /Humour
H2O for the Daily Post
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water”
Rabindranath Tagore
Still Waters
After the storm has passed
The water’s surface like glass
Unstirred and calm
Like a cool dark liquid balm
Posted in the Daily Post: H2O
Photography /Poetry /Humour
H2O for the Daily Post
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water”
Rabindranath Tagore
Raging Waters
“Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned”
Neither the seashore
Which the raging waves tore
Posted in the Daily Post: H2O
Photography /Poetry /Humour
H2O for the Daily Post
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water”
Rabindranath Tagore
Pool Waters
Under the scorching sun
Time for some poolside fun
Diving into the turquoise
Joining the local tortoises
Rantings Of A Third Kind 