Posted in Doctor Who, Writing

A Pleasant Surprise

Yesterday evening I sat at my desk

to write some thoughts on ‘Serendipity’

’twas a challenge a dear friend had bequest

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so it had to be worthy and witty.

My Sharpie lingered; the page stared blankly

as my eyes wandered across the blue room.

They gazed upon my Whovian family

and so my first sonnet began to bloom.

But when a writer begins their writing;

hidden metaphors begin to appear;

words start to link up, and start creating

a sonnet, that wasn’t meant to be here.

Heed this poets call; follow what you see

Alas, it could be… Serendipity!

Posted in Life, Loss, Time

Forgotten

 

One grey day on the Metro line

I looked upon an old past time.

Sitting in the middle of yesterday

a carousel that cannot play.

Bracing itself through the pouring rain

the tired horses show their pain.

Eroded down to their very core

their porcelain skins are no more.

Coarse are their once pristine petals

destined for a sea of metal.