The devil
They say
Is in the details
They say
Is in the details
But so too
Is the beauty
Therefore, God
Category: Detail
Hardened Shell
Cutting through the hardened shell
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Angles and Hard Lines
I have made myself
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
World Awry
In a world gone awry
Yet burgeoning
With the potential
For growth and new life
He clung to the old ways
Like a dead leaf
To a broken stem
On a barren tree
In the dead of winter
Yet burgeoning
With the potential
For growth and new life
He clung to the old ways
Like a dead leaf
To a broken stem
On a barren tree
In the dead of winter
He lived
In oblivion
Surrounded by
Possibility
Frost on Lichen on Granite
I wish for the solidness of rock
The stolidness of stone
Like the lichen clings to granite
Like the frost adheres to lichen
The stolidness of stone
Like the lichen clings to granite
Like the frost adheres to lichen
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
Spectacle of Winter
The quaking aspen
Its shivering leaves
Long since yellowed and fallen
Spreads bare branches
Its shivering leaves
Long since yellowed and fallen
Spreads bare branches
A net to capture
Brittle broken crystals
Falling gently
Alighting on smallest twig
A coat of soft white
On gnarled white bark
Winter ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #65
I want to take a picture
Of winter descended
But the snowfall changed
To light drizzle
It’s cold and damp outside
True signs of a
Coast Mountain winter
Of winter descended
But the snowfall changed
To light drizzle
It’s cold and damp outside
True signs of a
Coast Mountain winter
The Creativity of Destruction
There is creation
In every act of change
Even the most destructive
In every act of change
Even the most destructive
I seek the frame
In which destruction’s beauty
Can be seen
Cinematically Ugly
She asked:
Why can’t something just be ugly?
Why can’t something just be ugly?
But it can, I replied.
She looked at me. Puzzled.
It just needs to be cinematically ugly.
Which is to say
It must still be beautiful.
Still puzzled.
So I expanded.
Mental Sunglasses
I put on my mental sunglasses
Close my eyes
Quiet my mind
To see deeply into the light
Try to understand the nature of its source
Beneath the brilliance of illumination
Close my eyes
Quiet my mind
To see deeply into the light
Try to understand the nature of its source
Beneath the brilliance of illumination
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