I will wash away
The tears of my last failure
And gather myself up
To have another go
No more forward looking
No more anticipation
But for the threshold
And my own bed
it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.
A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
She found that sad
The world was a more beautiful place
When magical creatures danced
A shame no one else knew the magic
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
Unsaturated pastels
Hushed details
Settled sea
Slumbering land
Quiet calm
Frustration
As true in art
As in life
Pix to Words 