Worth
remembering
in these
frightening
times – all
imaginary
friends are
equally
imaginary.
Author: nomdeplume707
Blissful
The Butcher Bird
singing,
beautifully,
from the old
dead tree
this morning,
doesn’t know about
coronavirus.
Absent friends
The road
outside my farm,
always busy
with commuter
traffic, is
empty, this
morning, as
far as the
eye can see.
Above ground
Any day
without
coronavirus
is a good
day.
Vanishing perspective
Once upon a
time I used to
say “Oh, if only
I was twenty
years younger”.
Now, suddenly
it seems, I
have to say
”Oh, if only
I was fifty
years younger.”
Contrast
Patterns of
light and shade
give structure
to scenes,
and to
our lives.
Questions, questions
If the
answer
is prayer
you are
asking the
wrong
question.
In the old days
Oh, those old
university
lecturers
of mine. How
ancient
they were, fossils
lecturing
about fossils.
Why they must
have been at
least forty
years old, some
even fifty!
Doctor who?
The shelves of
the World’s
libraries
are filled with
millions of
books by unknown
people who
thought writing
a book would bring
immortality.
Have you heard the one about…
The last stage
of old age
is where you
have run out
of people
who haven’t
heard all your
anecdotes.
