Boats bobbing along-
a man standing drifting sideways
on his barge.
Drunk men chatting carelessly,
for anyone who cared to listen.
A tree as big as a giant standing proud,
Lady birds cluster-
lost on black railings,
Canada goose spreading it’s wings like an A380.
A child stares at the river,
in his own world.
Do you have a care in the world.
A wind blows viciously in our faces,
Pulling us along by our eyes,
A mini adventure
in a matter of minutes.
Slow steady bus: brick walls, bridges…home.
Today i went for by the river thames with a young friend (Hermela) and together we took pictures, we walked and on the very slow bus home we wrote down our first thoughts about what we had seen. After a much needed lunch break we drafted our joint poem. Here’s is the result draft 3.
I continue to be busy with my space full of others people and other things, but when I took my camera with me last week, I knew there would be images and moments I would wish to share on wordpress.
Here they are with just a few words . . .
these moments were serene . They were shared. They were mine.I was in the mood for black and white
and then came a pop of colour
and orange to end the daypeace
We went to Stourhead in search of autumn gold
and instead we found late summer heaven
with every turn
with every glance
with very shotand through every window into nature
we saw beauty
I was drawn in from the street. Trees pulled me through the gate and into the open door. It was a church, a chapel, a place of peace and creativity that enthralled me.
(Simply snapped on my phone)