The exercise:
The prompt for today is: timeless.
I didn't do a heck of a lot of writing while I was away, but today's piece is one of a handful of poems I managed to get down on paper.
On one of our final days at the resort Kat and I took a trip to the Royal Palm Reserve, just outside of Negril. Here's some proof:
It was an overcast day, but the sun did eventually come out:
And we saw some cool ducks - the first picture is of West Indian Whistling Ducks (they did not make any sound that I would even consider to be a whistle), while the second is a Muscovy Duck:
We also came across some herons and a hummingbird, but they didn't sit still long enough for me to get a picture - that time.
Just a quick note: I've begun working my way through the comments that were left while I was gone, so hopefully I'll be caught up by this weekend.
Mine:
The birds are singing
And the waves are too;
I'm splayed in the sand
With nothing to do.
The breeze is gentle,
The sun is burning;
That damned minute hand
Just keeps on turning.
Well, at least it would,
If I cared to find
That daft instrument
That keeps track of time.
