The sky
And Earth
On fire
And Earth
On fire
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
Tag: photography
All I know
I often wonder
If the city is
The beauty it seems to me
Or perhaps some
Unmitigated tragedy
If the city is
The beauty it seems to me
Or perhaps some
Unmitigated tragedy
A grand delusion
At the end of a road
A wrong fork taken
Many eons ago
Pretty Things
A little bit of string
Round and round
The weathered trunk
Such a pretty thing
Round and round
The weathered trunk
Such a pretty thing
I don’t know why it’s there
Not that I really care
It’s warm
There’s sun
That little bit of string
Is just the perfect thing
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
Lost to Eternity
His memory of them was faint
Especially his father
The moments
Which held them both
Were few
And distorted
Especially his father
The moments
Which held them both
Were few
And distorted
Because he tried so hard
To place features
On their bodies
On their faces
Which he just couldn’t recollect
Over time he’d lost
The recollection of the places, too
How odd
That the one crystal clear element
In this one otherwise tortured image
Was the frame shop
Filled with photographs and paintings
Recorded for eternity
Here It Comes
He
Never
Saw it
Coming
Never
Saw it
Coming
No one
Ever
Does
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
Time ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #131
Walk/don’t walk
Stop/maybe don’t stop
Make up my mind
Wavering on this indecision
Irresolute at the crossroads
Considering east and west
North and south
All avenues open
None being taken
With nowhere to go
And all day to get there
I am not going
Anywhere
Stop/maybe don’t stop
Make up my mind
Wavering on this indecision
Irresolute at the crossroads
Considering east and west
North and south
All avenues open
None being taken
With nowhere to go
And all day to get there
I am not going
Anywhere
Ocean of Calm
The serenity
Of the shoreline
With the mist
And the clouds
An ocean of calm
Like a breath
And a sigh
Of the shoreline
With the mist
And the clouds
An ocean of calm
Like a breath
And a sigh
Missing the Sea
It’s a funny thing
That I live just one block
From the ocean
Often times smell the salt
And the tide
Through an open window
That I live just one block
From the ocean
Often times smell the salt
And the tide
Through an open window
And yet
I miss the sea
An urban inlet
Is not a wide sandy beach
On a limitless sea
With breakers vaulting salt spray
Into the atmosphere
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