Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Mirror Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Please make me look very tall
In this picture shown for all
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Peekaboo
Behind the shades
Before the sunlight fades
Peekaboo!
I see you!
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Off /On the Wall
Living in my little box
Canny as a big fox
Hanging from these old rocks
This is were I keep my clocks
And where all the cool kids flock
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Nightly Shadows
When the lights are turned on
Odd reflections
Life’s projections
Or an unidentified phenomenon
Posted in Daily Incidents
Tale /Humour /Horror
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry, Tale & Photography
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday? (Daily Photo) Two
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry, Tale & Photography
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday? (Daily Photo) One
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
It’s six o’clock already, but I need to drive steady. The roads are iced and if I drive too fast, I will get sliced. As usual, after the weekend, Monday follows and so does the mania and the panic. Rushing here and rushing there. A never ending story of this writer’s life. Or does it apply to everyone?
Just when I thought it was safe to say, it’s going to be a peaceful day, all hell breaks loose. So who cooked the goose this time? All was fine, for a moment at least, but someone unleashed the beast. And yet again, another fire to fight! Ah this poor girl’s plight.
Several hours later, when once again, I have turned into a hater, of Mondays, the sun has come out to play! I’m secretely hoping it is here to stay! I rush out, leaving my gloves and coat behind. Never mind! The air is much warmer now. After all, only minus degrees of two, so what have I got to loose!
Reaching the seashore, the sunrise to score. Enjoying a few seconds, because the sun beckoned and then… it hits me. The coldest of winds, blowing in my face. Oh how I really hate… Winter! GRRRR.
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
