I frequently find myself pondering my day, my life, my current situation. Sometimes, I enjoy a little random pondering. The gentle art of consideration of things mystifying and miraculous.  Some of those ponderings never escape the outer limits of my mind, while others graduate to the pages of one of my notebooks, or find themselves articulated to family and friends. Their reception is varied as well. I think it's good to ponder. I urge everyone to pander to some pondering. It's entertaining, it can be creative and fun.  Sometimes those ponderings find their way into a poem... Random Sightings Of Me I sometimes wonder If I have been captured in the background Of someone else’s photograph -Purely by chance, mind you Not a photo bomber act Simply an innocent inclusion Am I there Along with a tree A passing sparrow  Or a rubbish bin surrounded by seagulls? There I am Unknown Unnamed undiscovered and frozen in someone elses moment I wonder if while walking my dog I have been...

 I take much of my inspiration for writing poetry from what is around me. I frequently write about that. When we are on the lookout for material needed for writing poetry, it is in fact, all around us. It seems to be hiding in plain sight... I live approximately 300 metres from the sea. It's a pleasant walk out my back gate, along the reserve that runs between the houses in my immediate neighbourhood. The bay and its environs have provided a rich seam of writing ideas across the years. What is calling out to you? What is begging for a little of your poetic attention? Grab a pen and go for it! Here is the latest poem inspired by the things around me. Upon Fisherman’s Beach -For Robert Louis Stevenson   Soft blue is the ocean Sun kissed wheat, the sand The tide is low at morning Waves ripple, gently fanned   Seaweed strands are drifting The shoreline dressed in foam Boats at the anchor bobbing Fish in the shallows roam   Onward flows the ocean Its waters dark and stil...