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She may be a drawing, a face, a gaze from afar,
She is a woman, a girl, a mother, a sister.
She has feelings, emotions, can laugh and cry,
She sees you, cares for us, hates war and injustice.
She is equal not more, but not less, she counts.
Women and Girls, Mothers and Sisters
=
Men and Boys, Fathers and Brothers.
And
Any other genders that present themselves
=
Human.
Equation complete.
Too many things to play with on this phone…
Green and purple,
Orange and red.
Put it down
And go to bed !
Crash.! Copper leaves rattle to the ground,
Metallic green willow leaves whirl around,
Dizzy spinning red acers, palm shaped, flutter into drifts.
Glowing gold Oak petals shimmer by the canal.
Hidden deep in a pile of leaves a cat waits to pounce on a wood mouse.
Flying like snow the fiery beech leaves burn into the blue sky.
Evergreens wave in envy, wishing they could change colour too.
Waiting for winter the trees stand proud, their autumn uniforms shimmer and billow.
Soon the gaudy clothes will be gone, and nude and chilly the trees will await a soft green spring.
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Oh is there light here?
Is there white, bright, shining light?
So sharp and fine. Like a sharks tooth,
Pearly white, strong and mighty.
Toothy, polished, grinning white?
Shining from above, gleaming, dazzling.
Shattering, cool like marble, alabaster, chalk?
Oh so very bright, beacon, fire,
Glowing, not glimmering. Showing me the way.
Sleep is fine for the cat,
Sixteen hours a day, rain or shine.
A wash behind the ears as he awakes,
A sniff of his paw, then cleans his face.
Time for breakfast/lunch/dinner
And cold, fresh, water.
Then off outside to peruse the birds.
See what’s on his territory.
Ginger from next door??
A swipe and it runs away…
Later as the sun sets,
Paw over nose
Cat again in a doze.
I’m at it again, can’t resist. Loving autumn colours, and autumn mist.
Spent the day shooting, not animals but flowers, its easy to play around in floral bowers.
The lakes a stunner, full of ducks and drakes, and the gardens cafe makes lovely cakes.
Swans are skulling slowly across the water, seeing them is awesome, they don’t falter.
So now it’s autumn, colds and chills await, winter is a coming, and the flowers fate.
Coming to the garden, death will take a ride, and the pretty flowers will have nowhere to hide.
So come and see the garden, come see the show. Before the autumn’s over, and it’s too cold to grow.
Yes then all will be compost, thrown away my dear, and we will have to wait again, at least till next year!
Here I am again
Doodling little squares,
Trying to catch life in a box.
Here I sit with pen in hand,
Drawing the world
Squeezing reality into 2 dimensions.
Time pauses while I sketch,
Only to leap forward an hour
When… I. … look.. .. Up..
Here is life compressed,
Its size shrunk like a postage stamp
With the world drawn on it…..
Here is here at Etruria, here I sketch.
A poem,
Spellchecker “grr”
Everyday I writ something or sharp a pic,
I write a comment , leave a thought, add a lick,
Common words flow out my head and onto the screen,
But off
Ten they are garbled by this spellchecker Mac him.
Machine, regime, bolemic screen….
Or “write” “share” “link” “often” “machine”
Oh I love pattern and colour,
I love birds, flowers and trees,
Green men, phoenix, mythical beasts.
Who wants bland and boring?
Who wants pale and wan?
Why not get those colours
Under your skin.
Life is so exciting.
Life can be such fun.
If only we embrace it
Under the sun.
Never give me plain things
Always give me jazz
Living in a coloured land
Magic has begun.
I was looking at Facebook and this came up on my memories from a year ago. It seems like Gladstone has turned into an annual event. These photos were taken on my old phone but I think they came out OK.
Bus’s, bus, busses, buses,
Hiss of air brake, diesel drumming,
Sitting up top, out looking,
Running upstairs, keep on trucking,
Ding ding, we’re off
Charabang to the coast
Come look at me,
By the sea 🌊
Just a short trip up town
Buy a dressing gown.?
Memories of buses
Number 21
Conductor checks the ticket
Missed it, now its gone..
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