Algarve October Sun
Perfect
If clouds are not your thing
Perfect
But I like clouds
To relieve the tension
Of a sky drawn taut
Dare I say azure blue
Unrelenting punctured
By a singular sea bird
Left to right.
© John Daniels 2017
Author: wakingthebaby
MAD, Making a Difference, well trying! Involved with ceramics. Bit of a twitterholic at the moment.
Thoughts
Oh
To die
For a new day
To have
Have had enough
To die for
Now
Not forever
Not meaning
To die forever
Not leaving
Love to cry
For their own
New day
© John Daniels 2016
My analogue Ipad
My analogue Ipad
Blue as you like
Awaiting some
Verse not
Necessarily
Terse
A haiku
Or love poem
Written in prose
Carry it round
Where ever I goes
My selfless
Book of me
Me, me
Silvine green
For all to see
I stare at it blankly
With nothing to show
Perhaps that says
More than I know
Things to remember
I’ll probably forget
Can’t miss
The cover
Yellow
And yet
Its something
I’d not wager a bet.
For my birthday I was given three exercise books by a wonderful friend who had used lettraset to give each a personal title.
©JohnDaniels2016
The seal with the orange hat. [Part 2]
This time with just her head bobbing out of the lovely clear, calm blue sea and enjoying the sun.
She chilled, that’s what she did.
She chilled.
She could see into the harbour she was named after.
She was born on a secret beach near by.
She could see people and families walking on the warm golden sands, some with dogs.
She could see riders on horses trotting in the cool waves.
She could see children having a wonderful time building sand castles and flying kites.
She could see walkers on the cliffs enjoying the views and the cool breeze.
She could see sail boats sailing and her favourites, canoes.
There were two colourful canoes paddling towards her.
She loved the way the paddles went up and down.
Up and down, into the sea and out again, up and down, up and down, like flippers.
She was not frightened of them getting closer and closer.
One canoe was yellow with a man in it.
He saw Solva and pointed.
The other canoe was blue had a man and a woman paddling.
They all wore orange life jackets and shiny orange hard hats on their heads.
“Oooh! They have strange orange shells on their heads. Just what I need.” thought Solva.
You see something always happened when she chilled.
The man in the yellow canoe was getting hot.
So he undid his orange hat and put it on his knees.
Solva’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
The seal with the orange hat. [part 1]
Solva loves to play in the waves.
Best of all she likes to explore.
She loves caves and shipwrecks
The trouble is, she keeps bumping her head.
The other day she really did bang her head hard on a crusty old bell on a ship wreck when a wave made it swing.
She’d had enough banging her head and went for a good think on a sandy bit of sea bed.
All she could think of was how lucky Crusher Crab and Lucy Lobster were with their hard shell.
What was she to do?
She was in the middle of a really long thought when something tickled her whiskers and made her jump.
“OOH! What was that,” it was only Homer Houdini the Hermit Crab going by.
“Wow,” she thought, “that’s it!”
You see something always happens when she chills out.
Homer didn’t have his own shell.
He used an old left over shell for his home.
“I will have to find a big old shell or something to wear,” thought Solva.
She looked every where.
She tried Oyster shells, no good, too small.
She tried a lost lobster pot, no good, too big.
She tried an old cooking pot from the shipwreck, no good, too heavy and the handle got in the way.
She could not find anything.
It was hopeless.
She was fed up.
What was she do?
©John Daniels 2014
Waking the Baby 