Posted in Mundane Monday #66
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday
“To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Chocolate bars on a Rainy Day
When it rains and pours,
Thunderstorm with lightning
Can be very frightening
All the outside flickering
Windy draught, from all doors
Better not stand there shivering
Get under the covers
Think, what wonders you can discover
In a big, big chocolate bar!
Posted in Mundane Monday #66
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday
“To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Old Tree
Ye old tree
How I envy thee
Growing strong
With a life very long
Even the birds
Singing you a song
What could go wrong?
Well,
Give me a chainsaw, and I’ll show you
Posted in Mundane Monday #66
Photography /Poetry
Mundane Monday
“To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Made of Wood
A strong support structure
Fitted into the architecture
For home sweet home
Built in the suburban zone
Posted in Mundane Monday #66
Photography /Poetry
Mundane Monday
“To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Weed
“It’s just weed,
No use it, to further feed”
“But it’s purple and pretty,
Wouldn’t killing it be a pity?”
Posted in Mundane Monday #66
Photography /Poetry
Mundane Monday
“To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Asphalt
Rainfall
On the asphalt
Like bitter tears
Filled with salt
Oh bummer!
It’s no one’s fault
So just put the blame
On summer
Posted in Mundane Monday #66
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday
“To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
I’ll follow if You lead
Where ever you’ll go
I will follow
You are my human
I am your dog-man
I don’t care if you wear pink
Even though others say it stinks
So let’s end this in a rhyme
And I will ‘go’ on the chime
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
There’s time to spare
And a cup of coffee to share
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
Opening the archives
Storing away the files
Of possible tales
For later to be shared
In a little cafe
By the Esplanade
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
Making a play
From my hideaway
People watching
A glimpse of their lives
Here and there catching
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday
Rain or shine
Seated just fine
In a little cafe
By the Esplanade
