Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Flower Pot
A flower in a pot
Got its summery slot
Right there on the dot
It may be store bought
Maybe, not what you sought
But this is, what you got
Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
One
Against the lush and living
Kind and forgiving
A dried out branch
Made its stance
“I will outlive you all
Before me you will fall!”
Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Skies
Hanging, in the evening skies
Thick red clouds, gravity define
In the colour of finest of wine
The scene nearly close to divine
Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
On the Beach
They say, ‘Life is a beach’
If you want that high to reach
Eat and keep the peach
Then listen to no speech
Cut the strings and barriers breach
Just this moment siege
And you know, you have reached
Your life’s beach
Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Two
Two of a kind
Is very hard to find
Maybe, of the same mind
Together, completely lined
But in reality, behind
Only the façade is outlined
Posted in Caturday
“Time spent with cats is never wasted”
Sigmund Freud
Caturday
Cats in stripes
Cats all white
Cats that are black
Cats which are gray
Cats in a six pack
Cats who are stray
Take one home
You’re never alone
The time spent
With your cat
Even if a chat
Is never complicated
And never wasted
Posted in Daily Photo
“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer,
the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months,
and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade”
Gertrude Jekyll
Lazy Days
Sunshine and lazy days
Warmth resting, on my face
Time going, at a slower pace
Hoping, summer, forever stays
Even, if it’s just a window view
Or a perfect image, someone drew
Still, this picture, may just come true
And then, I’ll wear my summer shoes
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 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!”
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