A day at cave bay with Pete and Trudy. Hot sun, warm sea, caves to cool off in. Food, wine and good friends. Sounds like perfection to me.
A picnic in Australia!!
Poetry – In A Bubble
In A Bubble
I’m in a bubble,
On an island,
Marooned
Within a crowd.
Completely silent,
Though I’m talking –
Shouting
Rather loud.
Opher – 13.11.2020
I think this lockdown is getting to me. I miss seeing friends and having a good argument or two about the world.
It’s not the same on line or on the phone.
I miss the interaction.
I do not feel as if I am among my type of people.
I’m stuck out here in a bubble. There’s no stimulation, no questioning.
Marooned.
Poetry – Communication – a poem to the expansion of minds that takes place when we talk and listen to each other.
There is nothing better than a debate, discussion and argument between friends as we pierce the truth of all we know.
For only in the sharing, thinking through and weighing up can we hope to grow.
Our minds illuminate the truths that grow inside our heads as our brains are stimulated by the concepts of others. Ideas and thoughts chase each other and, like pinballs, they collide and spark new, exciting answers.
Talk is the nourishment of the neurones. It gives birth to new delights.
Communication
Communicate with me
For that is how we grow.
Open your mind
For me to see
And delight
In what we find.
Share your thoughts
And hear mine
And we will nod our heads
As we ponder
Upon the truths
Of what we both have said.
Opher 3.7.2015