On a new day
Of a new year
I remind myself
Do the work
To stay focused
On what’s important
Category: Macro
Macro ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #338
Too close
Lost in detail
Context forfeit
Insight dubious
Caution advised
Bread ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #253
Observe the beauty of a loaf
The tortured rending of gluten
As the dough expands under heat
The tortured rending of gluten
As the dough expands under heat
Observe the beauty of a woman
The tortured rending of ego
As the gaze exploits under heat
Thorns ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #246
I traverse the wild fields
Amid array of thorn and barb
Simple beauties shall reveal
Pick off the burrs
Let the scratches heal
Amid array of thorn and barb
Simple beauties shall reveal
Pick off the burrs
Let the scratches heal
Symmetry ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #245
I revel
In asymmetrical symmetry
Seek the imperfectly perfect
For there is no beauty
No moment
No experience worth a memory
Confined to the bounds
Of the expected
Or the predictable
In asymmetrical symmetry
Seek the imperfectly perfect
For there is no beauty
No moment
No experience worth a memory
Confined to the bounds
Of the expected
Or the predictable
A perfect world
Constructed with ruthless precision
Would be far too mundane
To provide the challenge
Which offers existence
Meaning
Nature & Time and Time & Nature
Nature and time
Eat away
At rings
Of hidden time
The history
Kept by nature
Alabaster Fields
Ascend to alabaster fields
Where breezes rustle petal clouds
With their hoards of golden nectar
There to rob the gold
And leave the flowers fallow
Where breezes rustle petal clouds
With their hoards of golden nectar
There to rob the gold
And leave the flowers fallow
Come Hither Petals
Come hither, sighed she
This sweetness I shall offer you
Soft petals parted
This sweetness I shall offer you
Soft petals parted
Beauty Unremarked
This wee continent of life
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
But the years of consciousness
I could count
In just an afternoon
And my own years
Rattled off in seconds
In the vast pre-history
Of consciousness
This beauty unremarked
But do my remarks
Or those of others
Make the beauty so?
Bad Lands Lichen
Likin’ the badlands
Most of all
For the lichen
Most of all
For the lichen
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