Carpe Diem # 1837

 

blowin' in the wind

a lot of bullshit and lies

not baffling brains

An Erasure Poem - Weekly Scribblings # 43 PSU

Night,
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light....
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.

The cat,
greening her eyes on the flame-litten mat;
wickedly, wakeful she yawns at the rain
bending the roses over the pane,
and a bird in my heart begins to sing
over and over the same sweet thing--

Safe in the house with my boyhood's love
and our children asleep in the attic above.
 

Hugh McCrae

 

 night

the yellow pleasure of candle light

cuddling tock the cat

she yawns

bending the roses in my heart

the sweet thing

my boyhood's love 

asleep

Richard Strauss - Oboe Concerto, TrV 292 (1945)

Carpe Diem # 1836

 barefoot they walk by

in wetsuits with surfboards

young and unemployed

Carpe Diem #1835

coloured pencils 

a child's dreams on the lid 

of an old biscuit tin

Carpe Diem #`1834

 a fine dutch artist

 obsessed with sunflowers

beauty in a field