Missing small moments
In crowded worlds of being
Isolated times
In crowded worlds of being
Isolated times
Tag: isolation
Desert Highway
Desert highways
Strips of empty pavement
Crossing expanses of isolation
Lifeless seeming, lonesome
Strips of empty pavement
Crossing expanses of isolation
Lifeless seeming, lonesome
Stillness, quiet, patience
Reveal a vibrant pattern of life
Just as for the terrain they cross
Just as stillness, quiet, patience
Reveal the vibrant pattern of being
Within
Island of the Tides
The tide
High
And I
Am an Island
High
And I
Am an Island
Isolated
And alone
But tides turn
And so do I
So soon
The sea
Reveals
The sand
And I
Am one
With the
World
Again
Unchained Melody
Darkness
Chains
Isolation
Chains
Isolation
But for
A trickle of light
Filtered down
Through the depths
And for a time
On cloudless days
A streamer
Of brilliance
Reminds
A world beyond
This dreary depth
No chains
Confine me
No darkness
Destroy me
No isolation
Confound me
The light beyond
Serves to remind
The light within
Always burning
Always bright
Always connected
So that I
Am never in darkness
Am never restrained
Am never alone
I in the Crowd
I scan the crowd
Everyone so different
Yet all the same
Everyone so different
Yet all the same
And then there is I
So different still
From all the rest
Or so
I like
To think
Blur and Shadow
Sometimes the world seems
Populated by blurs and shadows
Even I am not entirely solid
Populated by blurs and shadows
Even I am not entirely solid
I often wonder, then
Am I the blur?
Am I the shadow?
In all those other eyes
I can barely see
Islands That Am I
This Island
That am I
Clouds and currents
Rushing by
That am I
Clouds and currents
Rushing by
Isolated
No ferry stops
No bridge to cross
Too cold to swim
So stranded here
In my beliefs
While rowboats rock
Tied up to dock
Isolation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #114
Alone
I walk out
Onto the expanse
Of rippled sand
I walk out
Onto the expanse
Of rippled sand
The clouds
Roil and tumble above
In grandiose parade
Across azure sky
With every step
I feel a little smaller
A lone figure
Isolated on an expanding horizon
Until I stop
Breathe deeply
Breathe in all this
Glorious enormity
Islands ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #66
I make an Island of myself
Against every prohibition
Bask in the sun
On isolated shores
Against every prohibition
Bask in the sun
On isolated shores
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea
Shadow in the Singing Sands
Dragging my feet along the dune’s crest I notice the shadow falling away in the sand. Stopped, I am a willowy figure, impossibly tall, in a cloudless, windless expanse of sand beyond my cinematic imagination. A lone — lonely — silhouette for whom the Mountains of Singing Sands do not offer a whisper. Isolation. Solitude.
Framing the picture is easy, but the figure… the figure lacks form. A couple of poses make no improvement, until I hold my left arm out and the camera strap falls from my shoulder.
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