#writephoto #twilight
Sat on a bench
taking in the last of the sun’s daily allocation of rays
in that moment of time tween day and night
looking out for luna popping out from behind the marshmallows
lighting up the sky as ra dips below the horizon
Tag: Day
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com.
They Call it “Modern Living”
as they rise up to the sky
colourful boxes in formation
thirty or fourty miles high
You would definately call it colourful
You could also call it cosy
You could even call it sardine-like
as you give your neighbours a nosy
Some like the format of it all
as they talk to the neighbours ‘cross the way
but some don’t like the shadows
its night in the middle of the day
Balconies round a patch of green
which after sundown, isn’t often seen
watching the clouds pass in the sky
and seeing the odd bird fly by
Categories
Start of a New Day
Greeting me beyond the curtains
long bright line of sky
of course, the sun isn’t full in the sky yet
when it is look forward to seeing the blue
Salford, Monday 4th May
It’s early morning, as i rise
and the street is busy to my surprise
for waking up the chorus (Dawn)
a pussy cat, a little forlorn
He’d spent his time, with his pals last night
playing around under the street lights
but now Ra is up, it has to be said
this furry old cat wants in for his bed
His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street
corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat
but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play
so off to the garden , he began to make way
And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door
and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor
so while humans are out, with meetings they keep
our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep
#Writephoto #together
They’re quite a team – the Sun and the Moon
On the whole they’re quite phenomenal
Giving the people that live on Mother earth, summat to look at
Each day they work either side of this blue jewel
The Sun giving light to one half while the Moon shines on the other
Helping fishermen land their catches, and Night workers to find their way home
Earth helping both by turning around
Rotating to catch the light
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Monochrome II
#Octpowrimo #Black #Cyw #Grey #Greyscale
A rainbow of colour bled dry
leaving more than fifty shades of grey
Night and day coming together
replacing colour with something a bit more definite
It’s that bit, where the sky meets the sea
the place where sun and moon go up and down
to tell the difference tween day and night
an elusive fellow by nature
as he looks so far away when you look at him
by the time you think you’ve got to where he is
he’s either ten miles in front – or stood behind you
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Underdog
Unusual for the runt of the litter to be top of the pile
Not used to being top of the tree
Destiny wasn’t really set out for this dog, but
Expect a surprise, for while you write him off this
Right little talented animal is
Doing his thing in front of the tv judges – and
Of course – there’s one of them who’s looking for “That special act”
Got to agree – every dog, has it’s day
Wednesday 18th January 2017
I’ll be posting another piece from my notebooks later, but I’ve just been informed – c/o my Facebook and Twitter feeds…that it’s Winnie-the-pooh day.
and being an ardent Ursinian (that’s a fan of the Great Bear) – I thought i’d share this as it popped up on my public feed…. Pooh and one of the bees from the honey tree 🙂
Given I’ve been entitled to doing something special for an hour in the day – I might just peruse my big book of Winnie the pooh stories – by AA Milne, and enjoy a little something sweet while i’m reading it…
Have a great day folks!
A poem by Inkdropk in response to the prompt
Scorched
The park grass in Greater Manchester looked a little different
November 6th 2016
The morning after the night before
when children watched with awe
at the colourful spectacle
appearing in front of enlightened eyes
The air laced with the smell of Gunpowder
Guido Fawkes’ ghost smiling away
Cinders of wood sit in circles
where warming flames once stood
there’s now stillness, smoke and silence
in the early hours of a cold winters day
as dampened embers force out
The last traces of the bonfires life
a large black and silvery circle
set in a sea of green
