In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“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!
In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“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
In honour of the month of November and Friday the 13th
Free flow poetry mix
&
Writing 101, Day Ten
Find a spot where you can sit and observe for at least 20 minutes: a bench at a park, shopping mall, or museum; from inside your car in a parking lot; or even a place close to home, like your front porch. Ideally, it’s a location where you can watch action and interaction in a setting (between people, wildlife, weather, etc.).
“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan texted me saying watch my back…With a winky face.”
Friday, the 13th
The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?
That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!
As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual. At least this early in the morning. Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.
No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?
Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.
After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.
Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem
I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!
But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go
Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
.
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…
Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream
After all
It was Friday the 13th!
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same” Carlos Santana
From Sunrise to Sunset, Part Three: Sunset, Nightfall
The sun is slowly setting
It is the time for letting
Go of daily grind
Peace and quite to find
The darkness soon will fall
Covering sky, nature and all
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same” Carlos Santana
From Sunrise to Sunset, Part Two: Daytime
Leaves have fallen on the ground
The sun hanging low in the horizon
The warm colours painting the trees
The warm red as far as eye can see
November’s day cool and crispy
The weather maybe a little misty
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same” Carlos Santana
From Sunrise to Sunset, Part One: Sunrise
Darkness surrounding the morning suburbia
No worries, no hurries, no hysteria
Stepping out from the warmth of the bed
Tasks of a working day laid ahead
Moving along with the rising sun
Lots to do before the day is done
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
&
Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge
“The judge told me to approach the bench. We were in a park”Jarod Kintz,
Painted Red
The only bright spot
In the entire parking lot
In the midst of suburbia
Causing a minor hysteria
The colour of reddest red
Some say, it joy may spread
Carefully trying to sit
Just to see, if it is a fit
After I little while
I started to smile
The colour seemed to be
A perfect choice for me
And soon enough…
As far as the eye could see
All the red painted seats
Were occupied to the extreme
There is something to be said
Of the colour red
It never leaves you cold
Yes, and I too was sold
In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“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!
In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“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
In response to a Facebook challenge for “photos from the past” by Jenni Valtonen
“Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren’t always good and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.” Billy Joel
The Good Old Times
In the good old times…
Everything was cheaper
The sky was much bluer
The summers were longer
The winters were colder
The children played nicer
The women were prettier
The men more handsome
The songs were chansons
The television shows were better
Complaints were written in letters
The world was wider
Everyone drank cider
And over all…
Everyone had more fun
In the good old times!
