Texture
Articulate
Constructed
Of hardship
Perseverance
Resilience
Like the character
Of recovery
True beauty
Articulate
Constructed
Of hardship
Perseverance
Resilience
Like the character
Of recovery
True beauty
Tag: photography
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
Contemplation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #160
I often stop
And wonder
At what others stop
And wonder
And wonder
At what others stop
And wonder
And I wonder
Need I say more?
Or is there more
To say?
I could ask
What might she say?
Caught in the moment
Mind gone astray
That moment is hers
Not mine to know
Nor is it yours
Not part of the show
I
Sometimes
This body
Like a prison
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Without my approval
Without my conscience
This body
Like a prison
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Without my approval
Without my conscience
Sometimes
This body
Like a trophy
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Beyond my ability
Beyond my creation
And I
Wonder I
At who am I
Whether this body is I
Or some other I
Writers
We grope around in the darkness
Seeking the light which illumines
The stories waiting for us to tell
Seeking the light which illumines
The stories waiting for us to tell
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
Vanishing Point
Once, there were days
Many days
When I had nowhere to go
And all day to get there
Now I seem to be
Everywhere at once
But nowhere at all
All the time
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
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