Omnium

The Gate is Open

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Fri, 17 May 2013 22:44:00 +0000

Lilac Invitation

Friday is Skyday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Fri, 17 May 2013 16:45:00 +0000

On the road.

Fictitious Dialogue?

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Tue, 14 May 2013 02:27:00 +0000


Spake a friendly neighbour: "Beautiful flowers, Mr. J.. Where did you order the seed?" Nowhere. They are a present. "Oh, lovely. From your daughter?" No, from nature.

Spake the friendly neighbour;
"Oh. And why don't I have these beauties in my garden?"
'cause you have such an impeccable looking lawn.

Spake the friendly neighbour:
"I just do prefer to have a cultivated garden."
Spake I:
Well, obviously the fairies just don't like people
daily trimming their lawn with nail scissors.

Spake the friendly neighbour:
"Your weeds are contaminating my ground, anyway."Spake I:

Well, and its petals are flavouring my salads.
Have a nice evening, Mrs. X

Monochrome Monday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 13 May 2013 18:21:00 +0000

It was 10:18 a.m.
on the last day in 2012.

Friday is Skyday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Fri, 10 May 2013 20:22:00 +0000

Ah, and the frogs are croaking . . .

The Don becomes 13

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Thu, 09 May 2013 22:28:00 +0000


Even Venus, Jupiter and Lady Luna are smiling:

Don QuiScottie becomes 13!
Well, cross sum wise.
So let's praise him
and
The Golden Helmet of Perthino.

Laughing Lhursday*

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Wed, 08 May 2013 22:22:00 +0000

Hat on a Hot Tin Roof

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Bird's Eye View

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 08:26:00 +0000


Their nest is their castle or Shabbiness is in the eye of the beholder.

Monochrome Monday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 06:50:00 +0000

They did not birch me.

Point of view

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 04:29:00 +0000

The frog sitting in the well takes its brim for the horizon.

On the road

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 03:44:00 +0000

Almost flying . . .

Translucent

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 02:45:00 +0000

A ball is no disc.

Waiting at a traffic light

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 01:46:00 +0000

Lord of the dandelions.

Planks . . .

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 06 May 2013 00:38:00 +0000

. . . in shed's own window.

Glimpse of early rape

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Sun, 05 May 2013 22:52:00 +0000

. . . on leaving the village . . .

Ephemerality

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Sun, 05 May 2013 21:47:00 +0000

The cherry tree's . . .

. . . flowerage . . .

here does it end.

Rhapsody in Green

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Fri, 03 May 2013 23:27:00 +0000

. . . while waiting for a train.

Friday is Skyday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Fri, 03 May 2013 20:51:00 +0000

Stairs to . . . ?

On the road

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Thu, 02 May 2013 19:51:00 +0000


Green green trees of home. Or so.

Mayday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:40:00 +0000


There's a humming and buzzing, a droning and whirring in and around Seanhenge, and a blaze of colours that would fill anyone who has ears to hear, eyes to see and a nose to smell, with joy and happiness. Thankfully, Seanhenge happens to be not situated in . . . and . . . and . . . and . . . and . . . oh well, you get the picture. I am grateful.

Monochrome Monday. . .

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 19:16:00 +0000

. . .

Waiting for train

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Thu, 25 Apr 2013 22:13:00 +0000

Waiting . . .

very relaxed . . .

... ah, there it comes.

Chimneys (again)

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Thu, 25 Apr 2013 20:58:00 +0000

19:26

19:27

19:28

The inner clock

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Mon, 22 Apr 2013 21:40:00 +0000

When he'd kissed her goodbye the old woman had smiled:
"Enjoy sleeping through, life-whisperer."

Leaving the hospital,
approaching his car
reflecting the past he was.
This was going to be the first night since October
there would no phone ring
at almost exactly 3:00 a.m.
He would sleep through.

He did not see his inner clock smiling.

Monochrome Monday

noreply@blogger.com (Sean Jeating) — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:01:00 +0000

On the road.