Rumbles have started growing louder.
Now there appear bright flashes across the sky;
Filled with glee, thundering sadistically.
I admit they appear absolutely splendid to me.
Blue, white, dull grey and yellow.
No one ever says that's a great colour combo.
But is there a sight prettier than the grey clouds
Trying to cover the tints of soft crimson,
That sparkle throughout the infinitude,
Monday 31st May 2021 10:04 am
This rumination came from growing awareness of my mortality which, in turn, is generated and measured by the expanding list of things once given or assumed that, alas, are no longer possible.
How shall I talk to you, my friend?
How should I regard you
(and will I care)
as you grow ever older before my gaze
while I stay young?
Who are you? Dare I look on yo...
Monday 15th January 2018 2:33 pm
There's nothing that can beat
Walking along the beach
With the waves hitting your feet
In the scorching heat
Miles of soft, golden sand
I run some through my hand
Waves splashing against the shore
Is a sound that I adore
Feeling the warm breeze
Puts me at such ease
I tilt my head up towards the sun and smile
And close my eyes for a while
This beach is my paradise
Friday 22nd September 2017 10:33 am