All these moments
Become fractured memories
Altered with time
Become fractured memories
Altered with time
In a mind
Bent on manipulating them
To serve the present
Category: Street Photography
Wheels ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #200
I roll along
With the flow
Some sunny Sunday
Afternoon
With the flow
Some sunny Sunday
Afternoon
That’s all there is
Within my mind
Naught but the sound
Of wheels on pavement
As my body cleaves
The warm still air
The undulations
Of the path
The gentle song
My spirit sings
What else could I need
Locking Up
Darkness now
For far too long
Vacant streets
Some windows amber and blue
Most dark and shuttered
For far too long
Vacant streets
Some windows amber and blue
Most dark and shuttered
He locks up
With a willful hope
A dream from another life
From another time
Perhaps the children
Will still be awake
With their sparkling eyes
So he hurries home
On a wish and a prayer
Even a drowsy hug is a tonic
Spicy ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #193
A little spice
A little iced
A little life
Makes everything nice
A little iced
A little life
Makes everything nice
Vulnerability
In time I began to understand
My vulnerability
Was more attractive
Than my strength
My vulnerability
Was more attractive
Than my strength
As I grew more confident
In being vulnerable
I began to understand
The strength in vulnerability
Birdseed
All the world’s aflutter
For little girls
Fistfuls of birdseed
Their indiscriminate chaos
For little girls
Fistfuls of birdseed
Their indiscriminate chaos
Such are the conditions
Of beautiful perfections
Amigos Mundos
In the everyday
It’s the moments spent
With the ones we love
Which make our hearts lighter
The moments better
The living sweeter
It’s the moments spent
With the ones we love
Which make our hearts lighter
The moments better
The living sweeter
Gravity
I see you
Seeing me
As she sees me
And he sees someone
No one else sees
Seeing me
As she sees me
And he sees someone
No one else sees
And I wonder
What you wonder
About what I wonder
While he wonders
About whom I wonder
All this seeing
And not seeing
All this wondering
About wondering
It all turns
Upon its tail
While all along
The water falls
With a noisy whoosh
The flow always down
Gravity draws all to Earth
Still we are always free
In our myriad ways
To see what we will see
All the while wondering
Just what is up
Quiet ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #189
In the small hours of the night
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
These quiet hours
In the quiet streets
Shared by a few other strays
When being alone in my own skin
Offers a kind of camaraderie with other lone souls
Being alone in their own skin
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