I fell in love
With an enigma
It was easy to love her
So long as she remained one
With an enigma
It was easy to love her
So long as she remained one
Category: Landscape
Chesterman
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Whispers of the Dead
The dead don’t speak
Or so it’s said
But I have heard the whispers
From beyond the grave
Or so it’s said
But I have heard the whispers
From beyond the grave
Red Cap
White block
Black rock
Ensconced
Wind whistles
White capped crests
Sea slashed shore
Lacerated stone
Red cap warns
Silhouette ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #123
Three figures teeter on distant rock
Silent silhouettes
Animate without the subtlety of gesture
Barely beings
Tottering along
A knife’s edge horizon
Silent silhouettes
Animate without the subtlety of gesture
Barely beings
Tottering along
A knife’s edge horizon
Three lives there
Faceless beneath the clouds
Unknown
Unknowable
But for outlines
Against the sky
One drops off the world
Lost forever
To anonymity
But for the unnamed character
Forming in the theatre
Of my mind
No more than an Island
I am but a man
No more than an Island
In space and time
No more than an Island
In space and time
An Island without shoreline
Whose only boundary is infinity
The same Island that is every other being
Who has ever existed
Who will ever exist
Remnants of the Storm
Caught up in the gloom
She went to the shore
She went to the shore
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
A Record of My Existence
Clouds tumble through the sky
Like the waves roiling on the stormy sea
Thick and dark
Smothering the sunset
Leaving just enough light
To stop the sea and sky in time
Like the waves roiling on the stormy sea
Thick and dark
Smothering the sunset
Leaving just enough light
To stop the sea and sky in time
I capture a moment
In an infinity of moments
Preserved only for so long
As time will allow
Longer than memory, perhaps
A record of my existence
Hearing Silence
In the emptiness, I listen
In the silence
I begin to hear the wind
I render the wind silent
And begin to hear the sand
Rustling across the dunes
Silence the sand
To hear the dune
Which sings the song
Of desert’s true nature
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