The Inkwell
Announcing the arrival of autumn
under and around each branch of the trees
the keeper of the trees, mother earth has been busy
undertaking her role of changing the colours
making colourful patterns for people to look at
note, the noise that they make – mother earth has done that too!
#Octpowrimo #Silence
Tuesday 15th October 2019
It’s quiet – maybe too quiet
A pin would definitely be the noisiest thing in the room :-
but there’s a reason for the silence
final preparations for those end of year papers
like the whole of the fifth year had joined a monastic order
even the ladies and gents are sat on separate desks
but beyond the silence ? Mayhem in the schoolyard
#Octpowrimo #Huggingatree
They line the road, from bottom to top
watching the people and vehicles pass by
doing their work without a word
the birds rest on their branches as they’ll flop
to trees with lots of leaves they’ll fly
the shade cast on the greens of the grass around
enjoying the cool from the suns rays unheard
out of the sun – on the shadiest ground
#Octpowrimo #Touch
The screen appeared
you made your choice
tapping on the screen
and by the move of a hand
your hunger for sweet stuff was sated
#Octpowrimo #Seeing
Look down the path – and what do you see ?
cascade of colours moved by the autumn breeze
or cold bare branches, bending in the wind ?
I can see an opportunity
to be the first person through the leaves – before the snow 🙂
A response to Iscriblrs piece on taste….you’ll find that Here
Salty or Sour ?
Sweet or Sizzling Hot ?
Someone say…Is this strawberry sorbet ?
Someone says (Its Not!)
A response to Iscriblr’s poem for Day 8 of #Octpowrimo, you can find that Here
Splashed it all over ?
He knelt down to propose –
What’s that aroma ? Oh gawd! My Nose!
Salford 30th March 2019
#freedomofexpression #iscriblr #mystery
a response to iscriblrs wonderful mystery challenge…enjoy.
A strange thing happened the other night
Under the cover of dark
Something with a sweet tooth paid us a call
He snook into the kitchen, without giving us a fright
And sitting down at my birthday cake, he did park
Having eaten his slice, he went out the door
Lighting up the kitchen , as he passed by the walls
And leaving a trail of cake crumbs on the floor
A response to #Iscriblr’s Freedom of Expression challenge
Where I’ve come with my new hobby
It was never about capturing a moment
blink at the wrong time – it was gone
hands gripped around the camera
like my life depended on it
but then with the picture
of a simple silver garden decoration
I saw something looking back at me
in a moment of wonder
I was taking a picture of something
and taking a picture of myself at the same time…
