Tag Archives: #Reading

Are you still writing and reading on a day like today?

It might be the only day of the year

when writing might not be writ,

or books not be read;

but I did some reading at four o’clock

all snuggled up in bed.

And writing has a moment,

when it just must be done,

and this is the very moment,

because writing is such fun.


However, if, today,

you do not write,

or read a word at all,

I’ll still wish you a merry festive time

as I pop on down another rhyme,

and listen to literature’s call.

Writing and Reading (at this moment in time)

At this moment in time,

I have posted upon WordPress

for one hundred and twenty-one

days in a row.

I have also read from my Kindle

for the past twenty-six days

(I miss a day, occasionally)

but, I have also read from my Kindle

for the past sixty-four weeks

(I miss a week ‘very’ occasionally).


I might have to thank a long list of authors,

and be thankful to a huge number of inspirational moments for the above,

but this is no place for speeches,

or peaches, as each is

inevitably, or invariably,

too long, under, or over ripe,

and very rarely at the correct

length, or ripeness for public proclamation.

As you can see from the above, writing is a thing.

Make of that what you will.

Red or Read?

Red or Read?

Roses, I once read,

are red;

so are books,


and letter heads,


old telephone kiosks,

the letter in

the book

by Nathaniel Hawthorne,

and the colour red,

when written down

(usually in black ink, though).

Reading? Going out of fashion?


Well, I ask you, what is the thing with Reading and Reading? G:)