At the end of the day
When the darkness comes
All I have to guide me
Is the light which shines
From deep within
When the darkness comes
All I have to guide me
Is the light which shines
From deep within
But that is plenty bright enough
Category: Abstract
Colour ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #175
These moments of some small artistry
Grasped upon and toyed with oh so playfully
A passing thought
Become a pleasing naught
For there is no deeper meaning here
Just some pretty colours challenging the black
Amid the balanced forms I’ve caught
Grasped upon and toyed with oh so playfully
A passing thought
Become a pleasing naught
For there is no deeper meaning here
Just some pretty colours challenging the black
Amid the balanced forms I’ve caught
Fences ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #173
Beyond the fence
Which keeps me out
Or holds me in
I’m not sure which
Which keeps me out
Or holds me in
I’m not sure which
There is a place
I want to be
Or fled in fear
I’m not sure which
Until I breach
And clamber through
Then come to know
Beyond the fence
Time and Beauty
Burnished
Pitted
Patinaed
Pitted
Patinaed
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
Spray Borne
Spray borne of the pummeling
Where river falls upon the stone
Captures sun and holds it there
Delight in all the colours eyes can see
Arrayed in spectral artistry
Where river falls upon the stone
Captures sun and holds it there
Delight in all the colours eyes can see
Arrayed in spectral artistry
Peeling
I study the frame
Seek the beauty
In the broken
The decrepit
And ugly
Seek the beauty
In the broken
The decrepit
And ugly
I find it
Almost always
A lesson as valuable
For the photographer
As for the pilgrim
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
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
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