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Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Empty Seats
Finally, the storm has passed
The remaining overcast
Will not for long last
Moving on, is our goal
After all, it is good for our soul
And faster and faster, we stroll
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
When it Rains…
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I have a great desire to serve humanity without ever actually getting off my chair” Cyrus Broacha
Royal Chair (Seat Sunday)
A seat worthy
Even of royalty
Try it on for size
You may be surprised
And want one to buy!
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Photography /Poetry
Take a Stroll then a Seat, in Lanzarote (Seat Sunday)
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Find a Respite
After all the exploration
You might need a safe haven
A little time for reflection
Of the days events taken
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
Take a Stroll then a Seat, in Lanzarote (Seat Sunday)
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Smell the Flowers
While in the wild
Who knows what you can find
Pretty flowers
Some of them one of a kind
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
Take a Stroll then a Seat, in Lanzarote (Seat Sunday)
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Step Outside
Do not
In the shadows hide
Rather go
For a stroll
On the wild side
Rantings Of A Third Kind 