Not in my wheelhouse
Just a bit out of control
But full steam ahead
Just a bit out of control
But full steam ahead
Photographically Inspired Writing
Tag: photography
Orange ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #209
“So, nothing rhymes with orange?”
Flatly, she queried
Briskly popping a lozenge
“Nothing of a kind or range
To soothe the poet’s quest for words
While waxing on such juicy fruit?”
Flatly, she queried
Briskly popping a lozenge
“Nothing of a kind or range
To soothe the poet’s quest for words
While waxing on such juicy fruit?”
“Not one,” said he
With a tone of
Finality
“Well, what then of Blorange?
Which the Welsh named a peak
Then too there’s sporange
A spore sack, so say scientist geeks”
“Ah, so indeed there are rhymes!”
Said he, though shaking his head
“But, what poet would use them?
Such odd freakish terms
I’d be seen as deranged!”
The Hour of Cobalt and Indigo
This is the time of peace
The hour of cobalt and indigo
After the last glory seeker
Abandons the sunless horizon
Before the advancing darkness
The hour of cobalt and indigo
After the last glory seeker
Abandons the sunless horizon
Before the advancing darkness
I find a beauty here
More remarkable
Than fading orbs
Or heated tones
Here in my solitude
Borne of a love
For icy blues
The Earth’s gentle sigh
As it closes its eyes
For the brief oblivion of slumber
Turn, Turn, Turn
A darkling blue
Precedes the night
One small beacon
Becomes the light
Where soon to be
A blackened world
But for the stars
A trillion suns
Turn on a wheel
Just like this little one
Precedes the night
One small beacon
Becomes the light
Where soon to be
A blackened world
But for the stars
A trillion suns
Turn on a wheel
Just like this little one
A Pause for a Moment Without Purpose
Sun coyly peeks
From cloudy perch
At one who skips
Across the rocks
Careful not to run afoul
Of gentle breakers
Or their spray
Gulls on wing
Horizon bound
Their cries
An ever-fading skree
Which mocks the beauty
Of their flight
And here am I
On blackened shore
Which rose from magma’s
Golden glow
Now in reverse
The waning sky
Will soon enough
Become the night
Departures ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #208
The briefest glimpse back
Before finding the stillness
In moving forward
Mothers ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #202
When I was a child
There was always a hand
Within my reach
When I needed reassurance
Or wandered too close to peril
To share the warmth of a loving gesture
Be supportive to others
Defend the vulnerable
Love unconditionally…
