Descends on the world
On my spirit
So I begin
The time of
Renewal
So I begin
The time of
Renewal
And the grip of violence
Grows ever tighter
Until the meager remains of love
Trickle from my cold, hateful body
The sky breaks through
Promising a better day
Tomorrow
I captured several dozen images from Chesterman Beach, and they have proven a great source of inspiration for poems and stories, a series from which I share five examples here
Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves
Each wave believing
It will roll on forever
Beautiful patterns
Surprising, exquisite
Challenging, evocative
Alarming, provocative
As the years proceed
The man I was
Drifts further
And further
Into the shadows
Until, in the mirror
There is only
The man who is
Else I’d have never known
The depths of blue
The click of a shutter
Could create
In just half a second