How time has flown . . .

     I love writing a little poetry, you may have noticed? Anyway, I haven't for awhile now, nor have I been out and about with my camera, something that must be rectified; but this one suddenly hit me during my lunch break. I'm calling it Endangled, I'll explain why at the end . . .

Endangled;

 

                          Strewn            

 

 

about

                                          this pageless

Page.

                          Words,

 

 

Wriggling

 

 

                       Like likkle black

Worms

Purposelessness

being

                                                            their

 

 

destination . . . 

 

 

 

                                                Doullan. 

 

 

 

So, Endangled - no such word, right? Fair enough, therefore it is my creation - so be it! It's a cross between entangled and dangled; you understand? The words are dangled and slightly entangled, which by default means they are, in their meaninglessness, Endangled!

 



Spheroid

Spherical

Configuration

Nature's 

Elation,

Effortless;

Needs NO

Categorization.

Doullan.

POP!

The illusion

Bubbled up,

*BURSTING*

Into insignificance;

Such is life.

Doullan.

Fishy Business

Rod and line

Garden seat

Snacks are fine,

Invisible mode

Fishy business

Streamlined.

***

The invisible fisherman is about,

 - What's he look like?

Ummm - invisible.

 - And the fish?

Can't see any.

 - Figures . . .

Doullan.

I simply couldn't resist this photo.
I had a conversation with the invisible fisherman
earlier in the afternoon about his rather idyllic lifestyle
- fishing off the end of his garden -
but just how big was the fish that dragged him under?
Don't worry I won't Carp on about it . . .

. . but he was wearing a
Roacha John Roacha
T-shirt!

Chimney

Chimney 

View;

The open

Countryside.

Grey skies,

Mood swingers

Warm air

Embracing

Wild Flowers 

Bird song,

Great singers

Lapping

Water?

Fishy

Dippers.

Doullan.

The Beast Ain't Wild!

Walking; Stillness

Bird song

Wind blows

Wildebeest silently

Meander

Nothing more.

Doullan.

(Wilderbeest? In Oxfordshire? 

HA; what a sheep joke!)

Round Corner

1

5

4

Number

To an alternative

door,

Bridges a gap

Where reflections fall

Round corner, 

Barge n'all.

Doullan.

You don't know - what you don't know....

Robust indifference

Enveloping

This World,

Made in Mans ignorant likeness,

Finds NO Way In;

Being

As 'is'

Is One's Robustness,

Protective Armour,

A shield of light

Unperceived

By those who know not.

Doullan.

Wood

For the fire,

Ready for the chill

Of night,

On a summers day

So sunny

And bright,

When rain

Sets in

There'll be

Warm delight.

Doullan.

You never know when the chill will come!

Choices

Bridge

Of views,

North, South,

East, West;

Directions

To Wander

You get to choose.

Doullan

A River of Tears

Rain. 

Chill in the air. 

Set in - for the day. 

Desire? 

To wander camera in hand, 

A Poets mindset 

Floating on a river of tears 

For a world lost in its own unrealised mediocrity. 

It tugs at my sleeve 

Like a tantrum filled child wanting its own . . . 

. . way; 

The World. 

Tug, pull, push . . . Push, PUSH - Pushing. 

So much to do, 

To be done - time, 

Not enough. 

Time. 

Sometimes, 

Just some-times, 

One does not comply.

Doullan

A Very Wet Start To The Day

Take leave of your senses

Hesitate not

Leave this world

And all it's rot,

For Madness is its way;

Nature is content

Come what may.

Doullan.

Two Tyre'd

At Shallow end

Tyre'd Ducks

Two, too tired

Take refuge

At Winding Hole.

Doullan.

Two Ducks resting on Tyre's at Winding Hole on the Oxford Canal near Cropredy.

Fluttering Shocks

The Flutterby,

Once called,

Rests where Endangered fishermen

Cast not their

Shocking consequences.

Doullan. 

— at Oxford Canal, Cropredy.

Sat Flowering

Flowering Barges

On waters flow

As Satellite brings 

The world to their door.

Doullan.

Walking along the Oxford Canal near the village of Cropredy.