Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“When walking through the ‘valley of shadows,’ remember, a shadow is cast by a Light” Austin O’Malley
Shadow Play in October Part Two
The October sun’s shadows
Casting tall and narrow
The darkened figures
Painting abstract pictures
Onto every surface
Carefully you listen
But the only sound
Is the soft whistle
Of the Autumn leaves
Landing on the ground
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers” L.M. Montgomery
Nightfall in Suburbia
The expectance of storm and rain
Transformed into a beautiful play
The sunset beyond the treeline
Never looked so fine
The colours painted in the sky
Catering both mind and eye
A perfect ending for the day
I wish I had more time to stay
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Four
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch
Poetry and Photography
“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part One
Sunshine, rain, a rainbow
Blue skies, dark skies, a rainbow
The weather in constant turmoil
Life in constant recoil
Colours on the leaves turning
From green to bright red flaring
Observing through the viewfinder
All of Mother Nature’s wonder
“Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea” Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Ode to Rhodes
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Finland, EET (GMT +3)
Bye, bye beautiful island
It may not be my home land
But I promise once more to return
When the travel fever starts to burn
And I will start to yearn
Of the blue and turquoise sea
As far as the eye can see
Even though a Finn
Still loving the fun
And the warmth of the sun
On my skin
So maybe next year
You will see and hear
Me returning to this island
“Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know I shall be happily infected until the end of my life” Michael Palin
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Day Seven: Hanging by the Pool
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Greece, City of Rhodes EET (GMT +3)
Today was the last day of the holiday and sadly tomorrow morning we will take off.
Relaxing in the warmth of the sun and snapping a few memories in the near surroundings was all on the agenda.
Basking in the sun
What could be more fun
I can think of none
Last day of holiday
Luckily on a sunny day
Tomorrow we’ll be on our way
On the plane back home we’ll fly
To our friends we’ll say goodbye
There will be no dry eye
The skies briefly turned gray
As if to sadly say
For a while more stay
But, in the end
The time spent
Was a holiday to recommend
Photography and Poetry
“Nothing but blue skies from now on…”
Blue Skies
Today
A display
Up in the sky
I saw the light
Shining so bright
Feeling high
A big smile
On my face
In this place
Where bliss
Exists
Today
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Blue Skies, Part 2
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Photography and Poetry
“Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you”
The Sun
Today something strange happened
Leaving most of us quite baffled
Something called “the sun” appeared
With its striking rays all of the sky smeared
Out from our caves we emerged
Rubbing our eyes in an urge
The sun boss, the sun!
Someone shouted
It was no pun
Even though doubted
There had been many a tales
Like someone seeing the whales
Of such oddities happening before
But never ever in the wildest dreams
Would we hoped to have scored
Or so it seems
Now, bearing witness
To this unusual event
The sun really existing
Like an early Christmas present
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 