Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
This is the end of colour
Of the pain and sorrow!
The October rain
Finally came
Lashed down the leaves
Now it’s just heaps
Of gray on the ground
No colour to be found
It is the end of colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
The Dark Side of the Crescent Moon
In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be” Anna Freud
Moon
Crescent moon
Full moon
A big white balloon
Wrapped up in a dark cocoon
Silence, the signature tune
Except,
When you are howling
At the moon
Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.” Julio Alexi Genao
Last Day of November
Last day of November
Wishing it was still September
Or at least a snowy day in December
Rain, rain, rain
Some more rain
Feelings of mundane
Starting to sink in
Dull, dark, dreary
Nature somewhat eerie
The sun coming out rarely
Hanging in there barely
Last ones of leaves
In the barest of trees
Holding on for dear life
Existence one big strife
Then, something unexpected
When you least expected
A beam of light reflected
On the dark surface
Could it be?
Is it possibly…
Sunlight?
The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Transition
For this week’s challenge, share an image that depicts transition. Let life itself be your muse.
Part Three: November
“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year” Emily Dickinson
November
Endless darkness has fallen
The sun elsewhere been stolen
Searching for a bright spot
Is like trying to change the plot
Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“He should not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall” J.R.R. Tolkien
Nightfall, City Lights
The soft coloured city lights
Reflecting on the water
In the darkened nights
Of the month of October
Standing on the pier
No one else is near
Reflecting the day’s events
Before I finally relent
And start my journey home
Rantings Of A Third Kind 