(Extra)ordinary Dust

(Extra)ordinary Dust
Odd, peculiar, weird…..
What do you see?
As I sat on the sofa pondering life the universe and everything…..
I noticed the computer’s intakes were covered in a blanket of dust…..
Just as I was about to say something, my son got up from his chair, carrying the throw he’d been using. In doing so he brushed past the computer and this pattern appeared.
I sat there mesmerised for a while…..
Then I got up and got my camera….. !
I took dozens of shots but it was impossible to capture it exactly as I saw it –
A face as plain as day, wearing a V-necked item of clothing looking like a clown.
We tend to see faces in everything but when photographed may not seem quite so precise because our minds fill in the blanks.
But this was still a strange (extra)ordinary experience.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “(Extra)ordinary.”


Day 9: Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe

Its Cold
I’m nesh
It burns my exposed flesh
I breathe with ease
No pollen sneeze
No ‘I’m at ease’
In this winter

Concrete Poem – In the shape of a Cold Shovel

Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Sonnet to Nature

O profound contentment nature brings
Each and every waking day
To wake and listen to the birds
Sing songs of vast array.

As morning dawns and chorus fades
To gentle bursts of song
To garden shed to pick up spades
For garden work I long.

Now robin’s spied a spade at hand
With eyes agog he’ll wait
For me to move it like a wand
Exposing worm and grub to fate.

To him – I magic up an easy meal
To me – this life of mine can seem surreal.

Day 8: Flavors, Elegy, Enumeratio

Flavours with a Touch of Nostalgia

I’m not hooked on any flavour
More enthralled by variety
The simple things they taste the best
And deliver, or create satiety.

There’s fresh apples off the tree
Strawberries from the banking
And herbs galore, couldn’t want for more
For all of this I’m thanking.

Most food these days doesn’t taste of much
So I opt to grow my own
No chemicals are added because I value life
And believe your reap what’s sewn.

Now the taste of my potatoes, well
Transports me back in time
When life was just and fair and slow
Crammed full of flavours every day ‘til my enforced bedtime.

Day 7: Neighbourhood, Ballad, Assonance

Connecting to the Sun

Each day I met
Upon my waking
Wall to wall and floor to ceiling grey
It was not of my making.

Let me find the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me touch the sun within
My deep self counterpart.

Winter moved to winter
And then returned again!
What’s happened to our climate?
This grey has numbed my brain!

Let me reach the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me touch the sun within
My deep self counterpart.

It rarely changed I had to move
To warmer drier climes
And letting go was no mean feat
I’m still a product of our times.

Let me be the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me join you sun within
My deep self counterpart.