Poetic Thoughts… In school we learned short poems off by heart Recited them in front of everyone With practiced voice I happily took part The lure of poetry had now begun I loved the way the words flowed out in rhyme When spoken or heard silent in your head Pentameter helped keep a measured time Gave cadence to the way they must be read In later years I favoured free verse style Restrictive frameworks left out in the cold But poems lost their way after a while I missed those tight-knit rhythmic rules of old… Now structured formats once more set clear pace And syllables slot neatly into place… 🙂
Life events have conspired to pull me away from blogging over the last couple of months, and the idea of taking part in this year’s April Blogging from A-Z Challenge seems like a good way to try to get back into the habit of reading and posting regularly. Originally I thought of just using any old random words to go with the particular letter of the day, but realistically without a clear theme to work towards I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my focus for a full month… So instead I’ve opted for a relatively simple, if slightly self-indulgent work-around: This year I’ll be posting 26 things about me, nothing too taxing to write about yet still fulfilling the brief!
Playing about with an image of a peony bud from my garden today using a negative image function to change the colours – I can choose to make an image negative using all channels, or using only one channel, either red, green, or blue.
And I discovered by accident that you can change only part of an image if you only highlight that individual part – how cool is that! So this colourful image created in about 5 minutes is my short and sweet post for this weekend’s Weekly Prompt: Short 🙂
Bit of an enigma, this image? Not so much, it’s actually a photograph of Ness Bridge, taken earlier this evening – my camera was struggling to focus, but I liked the effect of the creative bokeh blur so took the shot anyway 🙂
I’ve always loved coloring in… I loved colouring in as a child, I loved colouring in with my children, I love colouring in with my grandchildren, and I still love colouring in for myself… Several years ago my youngest daughter bought me two adult colouring books and a set of coloured pencils from a local pound shop (equivalent to a dollar store in the US) ‘just to see how I got on’… And all these years on I still have those two original books, filled with hours of fun and relaxation and enjoyment, and have another half a dozen or so books besides, all kept on a bookshelf and added to as the mood takes me, sometimes using the softer shades of coloured pencils and sometimes using bright gel pens. Some of my latest colouring designs are shown above… 🙂
I tend not to feel too much like colouring in (or much of anything else, actually) when I’m feeling the heavy weight of depression dampen my soul, but today in spite of my dark and brooding mood I thought I’d push myself to make the effort… And here’s the dark and brooding result, with a far higher concentration of grey and black than I’d usually choose in this standard mandala design… Definitely different from my normal choice of multiple bright colours, but I suppose it still counts as creative nonetheless! 🙂