Anyone who has followed my blog for a while will know that I like taking photos of flowers and small scenery! Each of these photos have a natural beauty that speaks to me, the colours, the forms, the subject. This is what makes me happy, and although the technical mechanics of the photos may not be right I still get the essence of what my eye saw, and I’m learning to love my imperfections in photography.
The pleasures of life are subtle,
small moments amidst the bustle,
they oft don’t come wrapped,
yet cannot be capped,
by anything paid for in cash.
Oh lovely little Pringles,
with your shape that fits my mouth,
it’s sad that they’ve diminished you,
and given me less to taste.
Why did they need to change you?
you were perfect as you were,
but your makers thought of money,
and sadly didn’t care,
that your value had degraded,
with your newly shrunken size,
so now when I find the bigger you,
I am filled with quiet surprise.
So thanks to my local reject shop,
today my desire has been sated,
and I have happily munched and crunched
on the shape you were originally created.
© ceenoa
A little Christmas Beetle,
iridescent armour shining in the sun,
more beautiful than fairy lights,
or tinsel on the tree,
a living, breathing bauble,
and Festive was her name.
This is a poem about nothing,
’cause nothing is what’s in my head,
I really wanted to write something,
but my brainwaves all seem to be dead.
The empty is rattling loudly,
the dust bunnies dancing around,
it’s making the Nullarbour Desert,
look like flourishing ground.
But I shan’t be dissuaded,
from making a blog post today,
so I’ll just write about nothing,
in my own unique silly way.
© ceenoa
Moon glow
star bright
grey clouds
quiet night
Help … I’m trying to reblog one of my posts from my separate business blog, and not being able to work it out.
Why am I trying to reblog? Well, because I need some followers on my A Handful of Time blog to help my digital business presence get out there. Apparently I need to get better SEO things going, and that only happens if people are reading or looking at my digital sites. Since I only have 4 followers on A Handful of Time I don’t think the traffic to my blog is creating even a micro-nano-infintesimal shadow of a footstep in the internet.
The internet is a vast, vast ocean, and my business is only a teeny, tiny microbe of plankton (located in a very small part of the physical world) being swallowed by the gulping maw of the social media whale. I appreciate any help I can get in spreading my tiny ripples a bit wider, and I promise to try and write about things that won’t bore you as much as paint drying on a wall (note I did say TRY).
Any help, suggestions of friendly banter gratefully accepted.
I know they say that bees are disappearing all over the world, but I am glad to say that there are plenty in my garden flitting from flower to flower.
Sometimes I just like to play and see what happens, and as it happened, I liked it.
Ceenoa 
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