CROWDS

 

 

CROWDS

 

A carnival of fun.

Cotton candy.

Rides.

Clowns.

Games.

Happy people.

Some are.

Some aren’t.

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LIGHT THE WAY

 

The bright lights of a city.

The excitement.

The noise.

It entices you.

It takes you on a ride.

Holiday time like no other.

Light the way.

MY DAY BY THE SEA

 

A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.

 

Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud

To call my new home.

I don’t need a phone.

 

All I need is a soft bed

To lay down my weary head.

Fishermen’s cries will wake me

To start my day by the sea.

MOVE TOO FAST

 

 

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

A SECRET PLACE

A secret place.

A place to hide.

To call your own.

Far from the madding crowd.

To think.

Perhaps to dream.

Of better times.

Of better lives.

Of choices.

Important decisions.

To escape.

Into the darkness.

Of your own mind.

And be you.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

The line is long

for the Ferris Wheel.

You wait.

And wait.

Then you’re on the ride.

You’re soaring high

above the crowds.

Feeling the wind

in your hair.

The ride stops short.

You’re at the top,

looking down.

You wait.

And wait some more.

Nothing is moving.

Except for the clowns.

Clowns are climbing the ride.

They’re pulling people from

their seats, and flinging

them to the ground below.

How could this be happening?

It could if it’s a dream.

I close my eyes,

praying it’s a dream.

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

rosiesdreams:</p> <p>Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar </p> <p>I love this picture.<br /> It brings many images to mind.<br /> An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise<br /> of land near a small body of water.<br /> Darkness is surrounding the cabin<br /> but there’s a light inside.<br /> Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.<br /> Someone is home.<br /> Who lives there?<br /> Why would someone want to live<br /> far from the madding crowd?<br /> Does the person ever feel lonely?<br /> I don’t see a car.<br /> How does this person travel?<br /> I want to peek into the window.<br /> Should I?

rosiesdreams:

Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar

I love this picture.

It brings many images to mind.

An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise

of land near a small body of water.

Darkness is surrounding the cabin

but there’s a light inside.

Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.

Someone is home.

Who lives there?

Why would someone want to live

far from the madding crowd?

Does the person ever feel lonely?

I don’t see a car.

How does this person travel?

I want to peek into the window.

Should I?

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

brutalgeneration:</p> <p>fragas do Eume III (by NOMMAD PHOTO)</p> <p>A ROOM WITH A VIEW<br /> A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.<br /> FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.<br /> TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND<br /> FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.<br /> I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.

brutalgeneration:

fragas do Eume III (by NOMMAD PHOTO)

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.

FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.

TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND

FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.

I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.