I was catching a bus home this afternoon, as per normal, after my walk down Pakington St. However, mistakenly I caught the wrong bus !! I looked up, and I did not see the sign. In the long process of hopping on a couple of different buses, I eventually found my way home. During my time of the extra bus trips, I came up with the words of this poem.
Sorry! We Caught The Wrong Bus
Is this the air I breathe?
A misty haze out in front of me
Is this the sky I see?
A big smoggy Vee
High in the mountain plains, flowerless, without bees
Miles of burnt-out wasteland and no trees
Beyond the eroded soils, there’s the earth’s oceans
Mercury settled deep, with a topping of dead fish by the millions
Is this black bitumen I walk on?
Long oily tar rolled out by the ton
Is this real water I drink?
Manufactured I sip. On my knees I do sink!
Mother nature. “Please forgive us!”
We did not know. “Sorry! We caught the wrong bus.”
Today’s poem is in response to Weekly Prompts, and their Wednesday Challenge, which is: Bus Riding! Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking > Here.
It’s Halloween and the Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is; All Hallows Eve. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . My poem here is one I wrote in July 2018, but I think it’s suitably scary enough for the Halloween weekend, and Amanda Palmer’s song is definitely a bit bloodthirsty, “A Warning to those who are a bit squeamish”.. The Featured Image Above, is a photo of the wall behind my office computer chair, and it will be the backdrop during my interview and readings, as part of the “Nightmare Whispers” anthologies launch promotions tomorrow morning… tune into the Nightmare Whispers “Party Room” at 11.00am to catch my time slot, via this link… > https://www.facebook.com/groups/676275079816445
Over on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is Flower Power! Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Today I’m presenting a poem of mine from a year ago, in response to the prompt…
A heartfelt thank you to ‘Fae Corps Publishing’ and ‘Pattimouse’, for publishing this special poem of mine today, a piece I wrote about “our” anniversary day… I truly appreciate your generosity and support,….. I’m feeling very special…..
“How wonderful the colour yellow is. It stands for the sun!”– Vincent Van Gogh.
This weekend is the Monthly Colour Challenge for August, and the ‘Weekly Prompt’ team have chosen; Sunshine Yellow. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking > Here Below; is my response to the prompt, with attached photos and a Haiku
The Weekend Challenge on Weekly Prompts is, Scenic. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … Below is my photographic article in response to the prompt…
My Scenic Saturday
After writing my daily poem in the morning, I then pottered around in my courtyard garden, however my fingers were becoming frozen from the frosty dawn, and I decided to delay the potting, until after going out for my usual Saturday coffee and cafe visit, to the scenically rural Box Office Cafe. The above photos are from my lunchtime visit today. The winter sun was starting to warm me up, and on viewing my photos, you’ll understand, (maybe), why I frequent this quaint and rustic establishment….
It was definitely a lot warmer when I arrived home. Last week a friend of mine made me two wall hanging racks out old wooden pallets. I hung them up during the week, and today was my day to fill the two pallets with plants… The below photos, were taken after I finished the potting and planting…. and I’m very pleased with the gorgeous ”scenic” outlook of my small but vibrant courtyard…
I posted this poem yesterday evening, I’m republishing today, without the ‘Links/Pingbacks’… and I’m adding another old ‘Bee Gees’ song “Words”, which seems to be appropriate for my poem here, which basically, is only ‘words’ from my pondering thoughts.
On “Weekly Prompts” their weekend challenge is: Story. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE…. And below I’m continuing my “Story” about my trip to Philadelphia in May last year, via a collection of my poems and haiku’s …