If the sky can seem to be
So many layers deep
Illuminated so vibrantly
From deep within
So many layers deep
Illuminated so vibrantly
From deep within
Perhaps, so can I
Tag: beauty
Handmade ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #163
I let the rough asymmetry
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Imprecise
Imperfect
Reminded
I am an organic being
Cradled in a manufactured world
And my notions of beauty
Have been filtered
By the means of manufacture
The Beauty of Mystery
I find serenity
In the mystery
Peace in the unknown
In the mystery
Peace in the unknown
Accept the beauty
In what is revealed
Keep faith in the obscured
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?
Born of the Tempest
Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm
Solemn Wonders
I share the long, shallow beach
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline
Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed
They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder
Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers
Photography
Click Click Click Click Click Click
As a photographer
I have never been satisfied with
Two dimensions
A single moment in time
Or even reality
I prefer
To create
Rather than
Record
Light is my palette
A digital file my canvas
A computer my brush
And all the world
Is beautiful data
To be transformed into art
Five Silos
Oh, this sun-burnished anvil of earth
Beneath a steely sky
Five silos, massive
Diminished in a forever landscape
Over which the trundlings of men
And their machinery
Leave ephemeral marks
Lingering only so long
As the labour which creates them
Beneath a steely sky
Five silos, massive
Diminished in a forever landscape
Over which the trundlings of men
And their machinery
Leave ephemeral marks
Lingering only so long
As the labour which creates them
While I am but a moment’s reflection
An existential comma
In an expanse which cares not
That I think
Or that I think that I am
Not that I care
What the expanse thinks
Though I am glad that it is
Rugged ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #159
Sometimes I am unsure
Whether the sea eats into the land
Or the land eats into the sea
Whether the sea eats into the land
Or the land eats into the sea
No matter
The beauty
Remains the same
In the yin and yang
Of it all
It is all the same
Sunny Delight
On a grey gloomy day
Spattering rain and mist
The sun rose
On the westerly horizon
Spattering rain and mist
The sun rose
On the westerly horizon
In the form
Of a bright yellow slicker
With matching wellies
Animated
By a girlish delight
In the roiling sea
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