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Published by: zomb00 on 24th Aug 2010 | View all blogs by zomb00

The bicycle my granddad gave me before his untimely death leans on the backyard wall, an unceremonious bin bag draped over it in a lazy attempt at denying the weather access to its vulnerable metalries*. On the wall sits Red, my black(now flea-ridden, and therefore banished to the outside world until we get some flea-powder tomorrow morning) cat/familiar; she's surreptitiously overlooking a sky painted orange by a city refusing to turn in for the night and just sleep.

**Metalries isn't usually a real word, but it seemed to fit perfectly: guess I'm coining it.

EDIT: Oh, and please, feel free to add your own paragraph of what you see outside your window right now!

Comments

17 Comments

by mike 1 year ago

Green trees, approaching rain, grey skies with just a few streaks of blue. A train racing along a distant embankment. ( Off to work soon wearing a raincoat.)
by Gerry 1 year ago

"(now flea-ridden, and therefore banished to the outside world until we get some flea-powder tomorrow morning)" - wow, that's what I call an adjective!
by zomb00 1 year ago

I don't understand :(
by Gerry 1 year ago

It's one unit of noun description - like black (or big or slow or distant). Mind you, I think I was exaggerating.
by Wrathnar the Unreasonable 1 year ago

Outside my window is Potters Bar, anal wart of the Universe, but I don't care cos it's raining, and I'm totally loving the sound of rain on the roof.
by Spangles 1 year ago

The garden is drenched. The lawn, which has been light brown for weeks now, is turning green again. The oak tree's branches are waving in the wind. They're the only movement in the garden. It's too wet even for the robin that is normally foraging beneath the hawthorn hedge.
by maryluv 1 year ago

There's a pool of grease on the trampoline preventing one patch of the cover from turning into a slick sheen of black in the rain. Ginger kitten shelters beneath, tabby kitten hovers by the gate, uncertain as to whether it is raining on the other side. I've propped the back-door open and can smell the ground relinquishing summer to autumn, as the steady thrum of raindrops beats a tatoo on the path.
by Kiki 1 year ago

The bare frame of a hammock sits idly on the decking, dreaming of once again being dressed for the comfort of another. Wisteria trails along the naked columns of a once formidable pagoda; now faded and destitute if not for the greenery that wraps it gently in its arms. Bees birth from the head of a snap-dragon, moving from plant to plant, filling their tiny socks with golden treasure to present to their queen.
Though the sky is grey; colour explodes from the ground, confirmation of natures power and the science of light. Rain threatens, but does not yet fall and there is a wonderful earthy smell carrying on the breeze.
by Jess The Cat 1 year ago

The sky is painted with soft powdery blues, lilacs and lavender clouds.The black line of a telephone wire cuts across the sky. The big chestnut tree stands majestically at the end of the feild surrounded by a circular ditch, it's un-moving fortress. The pale green expanse of the field behind the yellow green conifers that hide our fence. Two garden benches lean side by side against the lone garden shed like a happy old couple. Another big area of a darker green grass carpets my big garden and then all is framed nicely in the clean white PVC window frame that is my window. So pretty.
by Liss 1 year ago

It's dark
by Slippers 1 year ago

A pearless pear tree rattles the wall. Potatoes too scared to show themselves. Raspberries on their last legs. Green Beans on reach for sky and a cabbage fights a losing battle against the slug. Grass is catching up the beans. Rain is dripping through the shed's colander of a roof. Onions are trying to dry in the dripping shed. Carnations are no longer fit for buttonholes.
by Violet McCabre 1 year ago

Outside the cell society deems neccesary to imprison me in, I can see more and more cells stacked five tall as far as the eye can see. Inside this vast urban lockdown we live out our lives as best we can on the meagre handouts that stop full blown rebellion taking place, using our food money to fuel our brain with alcohol and drugs. O for some natural green to take my mind away from the urban expansion that eats my very being and breaks me down into another slave and so our luxuries become neccesary to give us hope and to take us away from this concrete torture. Everyday I look out this window at my compatriots and wonder what we did to deserve this hell on earth, praying for an end to this nightmare. Thats when I look at the solitary tree in the middle of our urbvan environment and it mocks me, reminding me of what I could have and also of my own loneliness. Knowing only enough of my fellow inmates to score my much needed luxuries, I retreat into a divergent reality where tnone of this is real and I can walk amongst the rainforests, tasting the humid breeze and watching the exotic animals living out their lives in blissful ignorance of the pain of evolution. Society has moved forward so far and achieved so much that we have become its runoff and its slag. Useless and unneccesary but we are not allowed the release of death as that would be cruel.
by Seanín 1 year ago

All the leaves are (all the leaves are...) brown, and the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)....I'm giving you some lyrics...cos I dunno what to say....

Nah.

The blackened sky weeps into my garden as another day closes in, rendering the sunlight's playground to a morose nothing. My eyelids are heavy, and a thousand synonyms swim in my head.

The mind is a beautiful thing, but it can't bring the daylight back. So, I submerge myself in the dark, allowing those thoughts tamed by waking hours to come out and play.
by Tony 1 year ago

Moss-spattered patio in room-glow fading quickly to darkened rose bushes and lawn beyond. Black silhouettes of beech and oak against a low sky made orange from distant urban incandescence. Higher yet, the sky turns to night and wraps a protective silence around a waning moon, which hints of distances vast and far, far away. A pin-prick of sparkle and then another, and more, display the edges of infinity. The enormity of creation and its Creator, who 'holds it all in the palm of his hand' is what I see from my window. Me and my Creator, incredibly gazing out together at all He has provided.
by Weens 1 year ago

Liss pinched my line.
by zomb00 1 year ago

The world shakes as a thousand volcanoes all erupt in harmony. Giants from the mountains clash with goblins from the deep cave-system below; a single Willow weeps, while playing spectator to the carnage of this once idyllic scene. 'Aggressive brutes!' comes the shout of a wizard in his Ivory tower as he stares, numbed by shock, at a giant crushing the skull of a small goblin youth. 'Monsters, barbaric and cruel with not a single braincell between the whole bastard lot of them!'. Wizards on the ground however, such as you and I, don't speak out against them at all . . . instead, we hide, and hope to not follow the fate of the goblin child.

Pretty average day.
by zomb00 1 year ago

Just had to liven things up a little. Despite the controversy this comment may stir, I couldn't commit and read most of the 'entrants' to this . . . thing. They were just too flowery and painfully boring