As the sun
So the pilings
So the day
So my life
So the pilings
So the day
So my life
In a whir of calm
And failing light
The river
Never stops
Tag: free verse
Old Wood Cool
He was old wood cool
Rugged, lined and beautiful
Someone people clung to
Like paint
Rugged, lined and beautiful
Someone people clung to
Like paint
He didn’t choose his friends
Everyone was welcome
And he played no favourites
But few weathered well in his company
Most faded quickly
In that radiant presence
I loved the bastard
And hated him
And Now This, Live
The revolution will not be televised
But it will be watched
On small screens
Live
Recorded
Streamed
And shared
A million times over
Perhaps, that is a better thing
I Fell in Love
I fell in love
With the vivid colour
With the vivid colour
So I settled in
To setup the shot
When a little girl
Ran through it
So I fell in love
With her too
Short Focus
A family
Arranging a rickshaw
An essential
Every-moment moment
Of India
A million-times-a-day
Moment
Arranging a rickshaw
An essential
Every-moment moment
Of India
A million-times-a-day
Moment
A colourful picture
Beautiful
But the focus
Is a little short
The rickshaws
Are sharp
But the people
Are not
Faces in the Crowd
There is no grander crowd
Than Chandni Bazaar
Expansive
A bazaar of humanity
Vital, vibrant, vivid
Variety and spice
Than Chandni Bazaar
Expansive
A bazaar of humanity
Vital, vibrant, vivid
Variety and spice
So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd
Other ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #72
I seek other
To discover
Self
To discover
Self
Hardened Shell
Cutting through the hardened shell
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
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