Book full of forgotten things un-remembered issue release daily thick as the book of what-if's pocket size in constant use some miss-use now and then wear it on my shoulders every chapter, dare a read a highly dangerous deed largest book in the library that is my brain the book of oblivion
My memory is good but short, ha de Gött!
Night photo from Göteborg, Sweden.
I’ve been married to my wife for 25 years. In Sweden that is called silver wedding for some strange reason. To celebrate we took to a weekend with candle light dinner and then went to the movies. After some dealing, shopping hours as currency, we decided to see Oppenheimer instead of the other unmentionable film. Outside the hotel there is an IMAX cinema. If you haven’t seen Oppenheimer yet, or if you want to see it again, I recommend IMAX. It’s a full body experience that make those three hours fly by. The shopping hours? They felt like another 25 years!
Good footwear saves the day, ha de Gött!
Geese with goslings not at all interested to have their picture taken. I think these geese are Graylag Goose (anser anser). If Mozart was a goose he would probably write a quackaphony in B-flat.
Gosh that was a poor wordplay, ha de Gött!
I can sit for hours by the sea. Just listening to the waves. Hoping that the seagulls don’t fly over me and drop their……
Always wear a cap, ha de Gött!
Flying off into the sunset. Commuting business woman in front is already asleep and misses the safety brief. Scared first time flyer behind with sweaty forehead and white knuckles. Smiling stewards and stewardesses slamming their aluminium cupboards. The infant in the back row screams from top of his lungs, sensing his mothers unrest. A last check, all seatbelts fasten, chair in upright position and no blinds down.
Out on to the runway and with a muffled command to cabin crew the pilot gives full throttle. We fly off, off into the setting sun and you find yourself wondering why there life jackets under your seat and not parachutes.
Relax, you always come down. Ha de Gött!
I see at last
a shining light
far away
at the end
of the tunnel
I hope it is
not a train
Keep calm, walk on. Ha de Gött!
There is a hole in the reason
there is a reason for the hole
Be reasonable, ha de Gött!
Now once again I find myself
in this terrible predicament
a weight of the world
on my sloping shoulders
pulse banging hard and fast
shivering breath and pearls of sweat
three times of every year
this cycle of horrific fear
one of the those repeating event
I need to find my wife a present
One down, two to go. Ha de Gött!
Little red hut
by seaside discrete
was anything but
Hold on it will clear up, ha de Gött!
Sometimes we get it wrong
too much information
to the loo
he enthusiastically admired
Per in wrinkles
doesn’t make sense
I’ll go and look for some periwinkles, toodle-oo. Ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 