Sunday 19 April 2020

Altered perspectives



Cosmologists have got it wrong.
Our universe is not expanding.
At least if viewed the usual way.

But how about instead we look
More carefully at what's nearby,
And realign our sense
Of the exceptional?

Take time to see the beauty in
Neglected, unregarded places.

The crumbling path beside the harbour mouth
Can offer, variously, with luck,
Dolphins, seals, and sunsets quite sublime.

And loss can even turn to gain.
With golfers forced to stay at home
The fairways are all yours to roam,
And taste the freedom of a new domain.



11 comments:

  1. Hari Om
    Bertie lad, this is a pawfect example of carpe diem!!! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  2. You look beyond happy while you take time to explore, Bertie!

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  3. We love your poem and you sure look happy to be romping on the golf course.

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  4. Bertie what a beautiful poem
    "loss can even turn to gain"!! Bravo since all this loss to roam freely, we have surely gained
    much rediscovery of things so close by.
    I love how you have a skip in your gait. I'm quite fond of the lighthouse.
    Hugs cecilia

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  5. We are defiantly appreciating all our small piece of earth has to offer.

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  6. So many places nearby that we tend to neglect. Great advice and poem, Bertie. Though mind how you go on that crumbling wall.

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  7. We had no thought of the golf courses being great place to romp. Good thinking

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  8. Oh, you are one lucky puppers Bertie!!!! I wish I could find a golf course to run in! Preferably one owned by the orange one in the WH, so I can poop on it! heheheheee
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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    1. Believe me Ruby, we have been contemplating a trip to the Trump International golf course, about ten miles north of here...

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  9. Thank you Bertie, that's a very thought nice poem.
    We wondered if it might have been the Trump golf course that you were running across. If it had been, then I would have stopped to dig a nice big hole in the grass! He He!

    Love,
    Inca xx

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  10. We love the poem! So true, that as we are staying close to home, we get to examine everything a little closer. But we wish we lived close to a golf course, that looks like so much fun!!!

    Kiki and Rosie

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