This week’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge is ” Signs”.
“From the street signs we see on our commute to work each day to the vintage neon signs put to rest in an outdoor museum in Las Vegas, signs are functional, but can also be decorative. Signs can direct us where to go, but they’re also pieces of art, which reveal much about the time period and culture in which they were made.”
I do like an accurate sign ….love a nice glass of champagne.
My dear railway station, my treasure
Of meetings and partings, my friend
In times of hard trials and pleasure,
Your favours have been without end.
Tick, tock, tick tock
Listen to life’s clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Life is to rock.
Insect Clock, Edinburgh
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap
but by the seeds that you plant”
Robert Louis Stevenson
Up top, into the fair
His eyes wide at the magic
Seeing the rides, wondering if he dares
Colours bright, he trips the light. Fantastic.
Mini roller coaster he rides,
Fast, up and down
He cannot hide his smiles
Ride stops, not a frown.
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours,a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,”– that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn
With apologies to Keats as this is an Italian urn, overlooking Lake Como. Still beautiful, still true…
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone.
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Frozen puddles of water as clear as glass
Robert’s poem Winter Morning continues to inspire………..
Composed once, looking for the words
Composed a hundred times
when it’s just three words
Taking up a thousand lines
Looking for inspiration
Turning to poets of old
Words so bold
You know how you feel
Maybe a Sonnet by Shakespeare
The pain is so real
No new thoughts appear.
Words seem meaningless
Creating a space between
Towards death lean.