Category Archives: observation

See you later…?

SEE YOU LATER…?

There are those who faithfully check-out my latest posts of – poetry or paintings – Thanks.

It’s right to let you know – I’m taking a Post ‘Sabbatical’.

I think twelve posts at a time – are displayed on the page.

So when you click seedsinmotiontruthnart.wordpress.com
– that’s what you get.

At the bottom of the twelve posts you will see ‘older posts’ at the red button – if you would like to further explore past work.

Should I resume after the Sabbatical – I guess some will have rode into the sunset for good and the delay will send you to greener pastures, not to return. (That’s just how it goes…)

I queried one time if all our followers really are informed about our latest posts as claimed by wordpress – but no one could answer.

Meantime take care.
As my wife would say:
‘Tot Ziens’

walking everywhere
Walking Everywhere (m/media)
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Listening…?

LISTENING?
(a script for Mickey Mouse) – to be read with a squeaky voice.

Can I get everybody’s attention at once?
That is – everybody in the world?
Hello. Are you listening?
Everybody isn’t listening!

Hello can I get everybody – who’s listening
to pay attention?
Is everybody who is listening able
to give me their attention?

Is anybody out there really listening?
Are there many listening?

Have I got your attention now?
Is the majority listening?

Am I reaching only a few?
Hello…hello…
Hello – anybody home?

You are listening…!?!?! –

Oh!

Ahem……

Am…

Oh I’ve forgotten now what I was going to say…!

 

Everyday Occurrence

EVERYDAY OCCURRENCE

It was to be
just
another
ordinary
walk in the woods
Raison d’etre – ?
health – re-invigoration

It was to be
just
another
full overcoat
jamboree
into the home of
the trees

It was to be
just
another
‘half-conscious’
observational
excursion into the
grassy undergrowth

It was for me
a daily occurrence
– as for she

Healthy walks
with the nature girl
and I
the townie guy

– country mouse
meets town mouse

thirty-six years later
morphing into
country-town
mice

and then home for tea