I live in a world
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Until I went exploring
Category: Poetry
The Ghosts I’ve Left Behind
In all these years of travel
Geographically
Professionally
Personally
Emotionally
I’ve stopped, from time to time
To look back and count
All the ghosts I’ve Left Behind
Geographically
Professionally
Personally
Emotionally
I’ve stopped, from time to time
To look back and count
All the ghosts I’ve Left Behind
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
Encroaching Ice
Daylight wanes
Night encroaching
Like the ice
On the lake
Like the snow
On the mountains
Like the years
On my life
Night encroaching
Like the ice
On the lake
Like the snow
On the mountains
Like the years
On my life
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small
Sea to Sky
In the land of Sea to Sky
When clouds hang low
They obscure the mountains high
While down below
The world seems grey
The sun is there
It picks its way
Highlights on the ocean waves
Amber on horizon waits
While snow still clings
To rocky slopes
I drive on home
To ponder tropes
When clouds hang low
They obscure the mountains high
While down below
The world seems grey
The sun is there
It picks its way
Highlights on the ocean waves
Amber on horizon waits
While snow still clings
To rocky slopes
I drive on home
To ponder tropes
Forbidden ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #68
I sidle up
To places forbidden
Marvel and wonder
So much grander
More formidable
Than I
To places forbidden
Marvel and wonder
So much grander
More formidable
Than I
The places
The people
Who challenge them
Whether they succeed
Or fail
Whitecaps & Sea Mist
A vicious wind blows
Down the sound
Stripping the heat
From my hands
From my face
Kicking up whitecaps
Stealing their spray
Making a misty glow
To cradle Islands
And mountains
On a cold winter day
Down the sound
Stripping the heat
From my hands
From my face
Kicking up whitecaps
Stealing their spray
Making a misty glow
To cradle Islands
And mountains
On a cold winter day
Whistler Valley
Day comes to end
In hyper-blue
And gleaming amber
In hyper-blue
And gleaming amber
Icy wind rips
Up the valley floor
Churning turquoise and obsidian
Beneath the placid azure
Of a witness sky
Waiting for the stars
Incomprehensible Perfection
I’ve spent all my life
Learning the craft of creation
But how can mere reason
And artistry compete
With the simple gestures
Great and small
Of nature
Learning the craft of creation
But how can mere reason
And artistry compete
With the simple gestures
Great and small
Of nature
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
Whistler and Alta
The winter wind
Whisks down the valley
Holding the ice at bay
Whisks down the valley
Holding the ice at bay
But the ducks
Won’t have much longer
To paddle in open water
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