Clouds pull blankets high
The sun playing peak-a-bye
Earth-song’s lullaby
The sun playing peak-a-bye
Earth-song’s lullaby
Category: Fujifilm X-T2
Sliver of Light
A sliver of a whole
Adrift in a vast duskiness
Far removed
From this gentle Earth
Adrift in a vast duskiness
Far removed
From this gentle Earth
Yes
I know something about you
Moon
But soon enough
The stars, and the Milky Way
So I want to thank you now
Moon
For the reminder to come
That I need not linger
In the dusk
Handmade ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #163
I let the rough asymmetry
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Imprecise
Imperfect
Reminded
I am an organic being
Cradled in a manufactured world
And my notions of beauty
Have been filtered
By the means of manufacture
Playful
She came dressed
Playfully
For the rain
Playfully
For the rain
But the rain
Didn’t come
Just as well
She thought
Letting the surf
Wash high up
Her pretty
Yellow
Boots
Soul Mates
So many roads
Lead me to you
So many more
Led us astray
Lead me to you
So many more
Led us astray
For every branch
A thousand leaves
For every fork
A thousand more
Just keep the faith
And carry on
I’ll find the way
Back to your heart
A Beautiful Rut
This life
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
Call it a canyon
Or call it a rut
A pretty enough rut, you say
Perhaps… but still a rut
So I scamper out
Leaving a trail
Of dusty memory
Seeking the open vista above
The expanse of the big sky
A land of possibility
Wizened & Weathered
Wizened and wisened
I find myself
At the end of my path
There to discover
Though I’ve forged my own trail
Made my own way through the wilderness
We all come together
In the end
At the infinite infinitesimal of oneness
Whether by design
Or default
I find myself
At the end of my path
There to discover
Though I’ve forged my own trail
Made my own way through the wilderness
We all come together
In the end
At the infinite infinitesimal of oneness
Whether by design
Or default
Cacophony in Harmony
In such cacophony
I find the harmony
I find the harmony
Then wonder why why why?
Can’t we find a way
To share our world today
Beauty Unremarked
This wee continent of life
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
But the years of consciousness
I could count
In just an afternoon
And my own years
Rattled off in seconds
In the vast pre-history
Of consciousness
This beauty unremarked
But do my remarks
Or those of others
Make the beauty so?
Born of the Tempest
Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm
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