Daydreaming under a city pergola

Daydreaming under a city pergola,

There was a time we knew each other,

When days were blissfully round

And words had a clearer sound;

When frost coated leaves seemed

Ornate and cherished,

Falling in Cavatina tones

From sycamores overhead;

But now, the season’s have changed



Jan 29

Sometimes, no doubt,

You miss a face so much,

Its like the light went out,

And you perhaps look

At a photograph, you took,

And for a moment you smile;

Then again, perhaps not quite

Because that extra mile

Feels so much further at night.


Photo: Unsplash Julian…



Jan 10

Today we talked about death over lunch.

One advanced the theory of the eternal soul, as he salted his boiled potatoes.

Another articulated how Darwin

Believed in heaven – although I think that was a hunch,

Besides, he admitted, nobody knows.

I reflected on bananas,

And how they always look…




Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM