Category: Abstract

Soft Light

The focus is a fair bit out
And the image over-sharpened
But I like the way
The soft light plays
Casting shadows from the leaves

Sometimes, no words come
Greyness descends like a shroud
A cloak
A blind

No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them

And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator

Shadows play
On grey
Concrete

Tree leaves sway
On subtle
Breeze

Quiet reigns
On mindful
Day

The fire burns hottest
Not in the flames
But in the embers
Which continue to burn
Long after the fire
Has burned out

We are creatures of grace
I see it everywhere

In the way we move
On the dance floor
In the way we act
In times of tragedy
In the things we build
As monuments to significance

I try to remind myself of this
In the low moments
When I feel anything but grace
Anything but graceful

A classic

Repaired
Revitalized
Restored
Overhauled
Renewed
Jacked up
Revved up
Supercharged

I walk through life
Leaving impressions
Footprints in the sand
Thinking
I’m leaving my mark

A few gentle waves
Erase a footprint
A sustained wind
Fills it with sand

Impressions
Are ephemeral
As am I

I love finding
Patterns in the chaos
When order emerges
From disorder

I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular

These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality

I stand, oblivious
In the pool of being
Casting ripples
I do not see

They spread
Interact with the ripples of others
Creating interference
Patterns of confusion

They rise to become waves
Washing over the lives of others
Sometimes pummeling them
Like breakers on the shore

A twig
Or a tree
Mountain
Or a mound

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