They were taken in a park near where I live. Sometimes I walk through there when it's early and nobody is around, I like to pretend that I'm a great Victorian lady surveying my estate grounds. And that friends is my confession for today.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Snow, Snow, Snow
England hasn't quite grounded to a halt this time but it was a pretty close call. I went out and snapped some photos with my iPhone today. While it's true the internet is being overrun with these at the moment, I thought I'd post them anyway...
Friday, 18 January 2013
Five Haikus from the Dark Places
Spinning through stardust
In circles, chasing shadows
Never still.
Alone.
Faces in darkness
Secrets hidden in shadows
Pain and
suffering
Five syllables here
And seven syllables there.
Is
this a haiku?
All the world is dark
Water, Air, Earth and
Fire
Fallen to shadow
Breathing in; then out
And the cycle
continued
Until death cometh
In circles, chasing shadows
Never still.
Alone.
Faces in darkness
Secrets hidden in shadows
Pain and
suffering
Five syllables here
And seven syllables there.
Is
this a haiku?
All the world is dark
Water, Air, Earth and
Fire
Fallen to shadow
Breathing in; then out
And the cycle
continued
Until death cometh
Waiting
they’re waiting on the other side
they’ve been waiting for a long time
and
when it’s time to go from here
when you have to leave us behind
that is
when you will see them
they’re just there –
just beyond
they’re
waiting
and when we can’t see you anymore
when we can’t hear your
voice except as an echo of a memory
it will be alright
because you will
have gone to where they are
and you will be waiting for us
just there –
just beyond
you can go to them now
it’s alright
wait for
us
we will come
they’ve been waiting for a long time
and
when it’s time to go from here
when you have to leave us behind
that is
when you will see them
they’re just there –
just beyond
they’re
waiting
and when we can’t see you anymore
when we can’t hear your
voice except as an echo of a memory
it will be alright
because you will
have gone to where they are
and you will be waiting for us
just there –
just beyond
you can go to them now
it’s alright
wait for
us
we will come
Scribemus
a year since my last. and
time has gone. and
life has followed. death
an ever present spectre. questions
conspire against me.
their answers loud – nothing.
and everything.
so many questions mean nothing
and everything.
and though all turns to dust
I can rise from these ashes.
I can begin
again.
time has gone. and
life has followed. death
an ever present spectre. questions
conspire against me.
their answers loud – nothing.
and everything.
so many questions mean nothing
and everything.
and though all turns to dust
I can rise from these ashes.
I can begin
again.
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