Red, white, flowers or weeds, doesn’t really matter

“The weeds are in bloom now and they are quite pretty too!” Gun Roswell

Red, white, flowers or weeds, doesn’t really matter

They turned red, from the beige they were before, looking kind of bored, but now, the flaming colour, goes together well, with the setting sun of tomorrow, and no one would be the wiser, thinking they were simply weeds, discarded by most, just because, they were not the pretty flowery types right from the start. But now, they are reborn, having turned, into something totally great looking, delicate and fine, so, never judge, only wait until the end, and see, what turns up!

Leaves

“There are leaves across the skies, seemingly alive” Gun Roswell

Leaves

The leaves, which never fall, no matter spring, summer, winter or even fall

They keep on hanging there, being for ever green, the pretties anywhere seen

And then when the sun turns up to shine, against the coolest of blue skies

There are vibrations of various kind, the other colours, seen just again the dust

Even the very soft fluffiness of them reflected, against the blue up in the sky

And as the eyes do spy, all those sudden elements hidden there, on the inside 

What a surprise, for the weary observer of nature, never fully understanding the nature

Of those mundane leaves, which sometimes in the soft winds start to heave

But still are able, a most permanent mark on a person leave, just by seeing them be

The big divider

“The line must be drawn here, no farther, or then we have to walk more!“ Gun Roswell

The big divider

The one single file line, almost as if drawn across the land, even if it was just snow or sand, but it’s clearly there, dividing it all, the dirt, the water even the ice and snow, and it was just lain there in a straight kind of way, by the winds blowing. And well, that was just nature showing, it can do what it pleases and with ease too, and well, if you wanted to choose, on which side you would take your stand? Well, know that no matter what the choice, you would always loose. That is just the way this game is played and so, better just in the middle stay, close to the line on either side, as it is considered the great divider, literally and figuratively. But if you want to bluff a bit, and not take any sides, at least, not so the it shows, then don’t cross that line, rather stay just a tad behind and then, when the situation gets really tough, with one simple hop, you might just be able to remedy that situation and be on the right side of the line once again, depending from which way you are looking from of course, as there is always a thing, the unpredictable thing, but hey, it’s all a game of chance anyway, so either you loose or slay, there is really no between in the divider.

Contrasts for TBT

Posted in Throwback Thursday

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”
Charles Dickens

Contrasts

Enjoyed the fall
On many a stroll
At the door
Winter is knocking
With white
Everything blocking

Point for a View for Daily Photo (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Song

“A point of view can be a dangerous luxury
when substituted for insight and understanding”
Marshall McLuhan

Point for a View 

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Contrasting sight
In the window so bright
Come and join the fight
Against the vanishing light

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Contrasts, Two

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

winter-2

“There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast” Charles Dickens

Contrasts, Two

Enjoyed the fall
On many a stroll
At the door
Winter is knocking
With white
Everything blocking

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winter-4

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winter-7

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Contrasts, One

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

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“There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast” Charles Dickens

Contrasts, One

Black on blue
The Autumn is due
For turning of Winter
Like a splinter
In your index finger…

dark-trees-3     dark-trees-4    dark-trees-2

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October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Three

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry

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“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton

October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Three

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October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Two

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry

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“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton

October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Two

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October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part One

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry

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“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton

October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part One

Little if no sunlight
Feeling the urge of flight
Looking through windows
Outside tall shadows
Cold weather gracing us
With minus degrees Celsius
Colours quickly a fading
The nature slowly graying

October or sobbtober
Surely nothing to rock over
You followed September
Surely, a month to remember

But, as life always has a twist
Therefore I must insist
This time, this October
Was truly a rocktober

With sunshine in abundance
And colours of substance
So far nothing to complain about
No time for doubt or pout
Both spirit and camera uplifted
With feelings of being gifted
With a beautiful October

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