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On the Beauty of Tones & Textures

I am enthralled
With all of Earth
In its many tones
And textures

Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples

Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One

This makes me take a sigh

Patterns of existence
Delight me

Some consider photography
The art of recording

Moments
Beauty
Reality

But I have always used
My camera to create them

The art of life
Provides a more difficult task

I watch the flames rise
Into the cool night sky
Follow the path each spark flies
Tracing their frenetic yellow lines

I breathe a sigh
Stop asking why
Stop telling myself lies
Stop being so damn wise

The violets
And peonies
Blooming under
Willow trees
There ruffled by
The summer breeze

To pick them now
Would be a sin
Though lovely vase
I’d put them in
No matter rooms
They’re brightening

We plucked the petals
And put them down
The reds and yellows
Gently on the ground
As we intoned
An old count-down

The beauty of a flower is
The life it holds
While purpose lives
Not in its petals
On the ground
Arranged so pretty
An artful mound

In a darkened corner of my being
I discovered a cool, calm place
Protected from the heat of existence

That raging inferno
Of events
And despair

Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know

Sometimes

The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on

I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted