Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography and Poetry
“I must go in. The fog is rising” EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON
Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
I hear some noises
A car approaches
Finally, I have a ride!
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography and Poetry
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
Posted in Bench/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
“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 Bench/Seat Sunday
Poetry & Photography
“The judge told me to approach the bench. We were in a park”Jarod Kintz,
Painted Red
The only bright spot
In the entire parking lot
In the midst of suburbia
Causing a minor hysteria
The colour of reddest red
Some say, it joy may spread
Carefully trying to sit
Just to see, if it is a fit
After I little while
I started to smile
The colour seemed to be
A perfect choice for me
And soon enough…
As far as the eye could see
All the red painted seats
Were occupied to the extreme
There is something to be said
Of the colour red
It never leaves you cold
Yes, and I too was sold
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
Posted in Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
&
Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 31-01-2016)
“If you’re not bringing anything to the table, give up your seat”
A Bench at the Beach (Seat Sunday 2016-01-31)
Looking for my favourite spot
The one I prefer for break times
Buried under snow it seems
Workings of a wintry plot!
Snow aside,
I really don’t mind
Sitting down for a few
Enjoying the silent view
Before the evening
Sun sets
Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
&
Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 24-01-2016)
“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere”
Seat by the Seashore (Seat Sunday 2016-01-24) Three
The sun’s shadows of tall
Cast on to the stone wall
Enjoying a moment of silence
In an instant quite timeless
Loosing all defiance
On this frozen
Snow covered bench
Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
&
Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 24-01-2016)
“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere”
Seat by the Seashore (Seat Sunday 2016-01-24) Two
The sun is shining
The birds are flying
The air is frozen
This spot I’ve chosen
A seat in the sun
Rantings Of A Third Kind 