Category: Olympus OM-2

Glory

Is not this world exquisite?
With the sunlight cascading
Through the clouds
Across the mountains
Onto the valley floor

Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites

There are places in this world
Which take me back in time
Or is it forward?
I don’t know

Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?

My reflection
In your eyes
I see myself
More truly

A twig
Or a tree
Mountain
Or a mound

Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension

Sometimes, a haze descends
Obscuring all I see
I don’t mind

The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds

I work hard
With intention
To express
And create

Heed artistry
Inscribe wisdom
Apply passion

Abandoned
This old derelict building
And I

Two hundred kilometers
Away from
Anywhere

Nothing but gravel, rock
A winding strip of bitumen
And heat

Crisp, chill air
Flames singe the night
Cinders crackle
Sparks rise
Filling starry sky

Notes issue
In gentle arpeggio
Strings plucked
And strummed

Travel takes me
To places I could never imagine
Experiences I could never dream
Worlds which seem alien

So I stay
Experience all I can
Give reign to imagination
Until the alien seems mundane

The truth is
I’ve rarely discovered
My own limits

Walls
Real and perceived
Have two sides

The one I’m on
The one I’m not

It is a rare wall
Which cannot be defeated
Which allows no means
To the other side