Thinking Thoughts

'In My Mind's Eye' is the title of the latest book by Jan Morris. I had pre-ordered it way in advance of a promised September delivery date, which I then promptly forgot.
So I was pleasantly surprised to find it ready to download to my PC's Kindle this morning, and I couldn't wait to start reading it. Literally... Now at almost two o'clock and fifty percent through said book, I've been stopped in my tracks. Here's why -

As I read the entry headed 'Day 87', I laughed out loud and long, and knew I had to share it with Napple Notes, immediately.

"That's odd. I don't seem to have thought anything today.

It does happen."

Surely all Bloggers and/or Aspiring Writers know how that feels?!
(Still chuckling, I head off to put together a very late lunch...

Not quite a thought for the day...

...But a bit of fun on a sunny afternoon.
Three local taxi firms have merged into one, recently, and  now use some kind of automatic ordering system. It may be more efficient for them, but not necessarily as seen from the 'customer service' side...hence the following ditty.

Taxi?

These days when I order a taxi.
there's an automated voice
that gives me several options -
some of which get offered twice...

It registers which phone is calling,
then asks 'Do you want a cab now?'
But should I be booking one well in advance,
the silly thing doesn't know how.

Another push button is needed
to request human contact, you see,
then eventually somebody picks up my call -
once they've finished drinking their tea...

N.B. I've now linked this to Poetry Pantry Go there to read a plethora of poets work.

Solstice with Toads

Not the hopping kind, but the ones who inhabit the Imaginary Garden ! With thanks to them for their prompt. :-)

Fact Or Fiction?

Summer solstice day…

what better time to share in

modern magic; sound

and vision from an unnatural source,

which seems to defy the laws of nature?

The bright hologram

must overcome reasoning

offered by the brain,

when song and dance achieve life

born from imagination.

Anyone for tennis?

With the matches at Queen's Club heralding the approach of Wimbledon again, tennis is in the spotlight, and set me contemplating another post on the subject.:-)

Why

do some

high scoring

tennis players,

serving aces in all the right places,

appear boring enough to make snoring

a secret sport

for those who

shun such

play?                            

In                 

sun-soaked

stands, fans watch

scheduled matches

while  television cameras capture

the audience - unconscious candid shots -

human sardines

packed in rows,

no tins

free.

By chance, I've just discovered that Poets United had the word 'human' as their stepping stone for a poem, which I happen to have included in the one I wrote this afternoon! Happenstance, or what?

Counting Syllables

1, 2, 3 ,4, 10 Tetractys – and variations.

Once

I knew

how to write

a short, witty

poem, using as few words as I could.

Now I am often tempted to write more,

in an effort

to explain

some odd

thought,

one

which comes

unbidden,

but must be caught

before it fades into oblivion.

It struck me that writing to a syllable count, as instructed on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, is simply another way of using Blank Verse, where lines of ten syllables are de rigueur... The above might be laid out thus:-

Once, I knew how to write a short, witty

poem, using as few words as I could.

Now I am often tempted to write more,

in a effort to explain some odd thought,

one which comes unbidden, but must be caught

before it fades into oblivion.

This does nothing to interrupt the rhythm of the words, but makes a great difference to the layout on the page. I wonder which your eyes find most pleasing?

Alias Jinksy

Yes, that's the name of my other blog, where I posted this morning by way of a variation. It's quite easy to find, if you click on its name square at the side of Napple Notes...
I don't normally use it to witter the way I do here. I tend to post a poetic offering and leave it as that, but not so today. I began familiarising myself with some of the latest gadgetry which has appeared since I last posted regularly, and got over enthusiast! Hehehe.  Perhaps the Blogging Bug has not entirely worked itself out of my system...

Brain teaser?

I have wasted the better part of an afternoon, thanks to Google's latest hang up about 'improving security'. When it gets to the point where one's own blog is SO secure, it stops the rightful owner in his or her tracks, surely, that way madness lies...
I am indebted to an Olde Bloggy pal for calling up memories from the past, when Blogland was alive and well, as opposed to being locked behind security fences that would baffle MI5 - or do I mean MI6 ?
In desperation, I am opting to attempt a new post, even though it be nought but a last gasp from a frustrated blogger...