Last Day of November

In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography

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“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?

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Black Friday Finland Style

Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November

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“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”

Black Friday Finland Style

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“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…

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Sunday, 22nd of November, Part Two

In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song

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“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux

Sunday, 22nd of November, Part Two

On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees…

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Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One

In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song

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“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux

Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One 

On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees

The white dust on the ground
Everywhere to be found
Where the heck is my car
Couldn’t have left it far
Grabbed the snow shovel
Moving my muscles
Soon the path is clear
Feeling like a pioneer

On the 22nd day of November
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees

I just hope the roads won’t ice over
Or I’ll be prancing like a four leaf clover
Trying to cross the roads
In the early morning hours
On my way to work
Trying not to go berserk
When it’s really dark
Only dogs will bark

On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees

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On the 21st day of November

In honour of the month of November
Poetry, Photography, Song

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“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather” John Ruskin

On the 21st day of November

On the 21st day of November
My true love sent to me
One centigrade of minus degrees

On the 21st day of November
My true love also sent to me
Lots of icy cold rain
Several snowflakes of dancing
And one centigrade of minus degrees

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On the 22nd day of November
I wish for my true love to send to me
Many more warm degrees
Much of sunshine weather
Or a trip to Hawaii

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Just Another Fabulous Sunrise, Part Two

In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

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“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise” George Washington Carver

Just Another Fabulous Sunrise, Part Two

Just another ordinary weekday?
No, it’s a fabulous sunrise day!

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Just Another Fabulous Sunrise, Part One

In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

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“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise” George Washington Carver

Just Another Fabulous Sunrise, Part One 

Just another ordinary weekday?
No, it’s a fabulous sunrise day!

The gorgeous rising sun
What could be more fun
Lifting spirits up high
Almost feels like I could fly
What more could be expected
The good spirits soon deflected
For no reason
In this season
People are smiling again

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No Ordinary Sunset

In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

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“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.” Jo Walton

No Ordinary Sunset

Reflecting surfaces
Free of disturbance
Shadows on the walls
Where ever light falls
Red as the colour
Always a stunner

Up in the tower
Feeling empowered
Staring at the horizon
Evermore surprising
The setting of the sun
Was a true home run

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Early Morning Mist with a touch of Red

In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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“I enter the world called real as one enters a mist” Julien Green

Early Morning Mist with a touch of Red

The eerie morning mist
Before the sun has kissed
The clouds a grayish shade
Before the mist will fade

The skies slowly turning into red
Looking forward to the day ahead
Will it be another day filled with sunshine
Or do I rain and cold wind only find?

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Camera Lucida: Reflections

Poetry and Photography
Posted in week #13 of Camera Lucida Photo Challenge, Reflections

“It’s always interesting to look at reflections…are they really the same as the reality?
How many times did you look at your own reflection and wondered if that’s how the world sees you…?”

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“The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face”
William Makepeace Thackeray

Camera Lucida: Reflections

Glass, wood, concrete
How this scene to complete?
Add a dash of colour
Maybe a selfie to follow?

Through the looking glass
Time slowly will pass
The observer’s delight
Is the turning of the light

Scenery, water, skies
Even a high rise
At this altitude
The surprise is an absolute

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