Posted in Simply Poetry
“All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites”
Marc Chagall
Opposites
The other
Of a bluish colour
The other
Not at all duller
Opposites
In so many ways
Positives
You want to embrace
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda
Christmas in Summer
It’s almost, like Christmas
In the month of June
Nature, ever so fearless
When summer, came so soon
Reds and greens
Pretty, in every scene
Something, unseen
On this, widest of screens
Is it live or memorex?
It’s as good, as any guess
But wouldn’t settle, for less
After all, the winter was, a big mess
Enjoy it, while it lasts
For this season, too, will pass
And if there is any chance
Record it all, en mass
Posted in Daily Photo
“How strange this fear of death is!
We are never frightened at a sunset”
George MacDonald
After Sunset
After, the sun has set
It is time, to place the bets
Throw in the dice
Good luck, never hits twice
Who ever, has the luck
Will not, by lighting get struck
Where ever, they may go
Good weather and fortune will follow
Well, the promise of fair weather
Some time spent for leisure
Maybe a promotion or two
If not, good luck
Trying the dice, to sue!
Posted in Daily Photo/Tales of Tiny
“There are some days when I think
I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction”
Salvador Dali
Overdose
It was just a simple overdose
A mass of a size of bordering gross
They should have just given hit me with a hose
Burning up was oh so very close…
The final diagnose:
Too much sun on a scorching day
Will not keep the nurses or doctors away
Posted in Daily Photo
“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer,
the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months,
and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade”
Gertrude Jekyll
Lazy Days
Sunshine and lazy days
Warmth resting, on my face
Time going, at a slower pace
Hoping, summer, forever stays
Even, if it’s just a window view
Or a perfect image, someone drew
Still, this picture, may just come true
And then, I’ll wear my summer shoes