Time and space
Seem empty
Without your
Presence
Seem empty
Without your
Presence
Tag: Sea to Sky Highway
Androgyny Domine
Under androgynous sky
Sun or moon
Father or mother
Sun or moon
Father or mother
The camera never lies
But the photographer
Knows how to fib
Pinnacle Obscura
There is a path
To distant peak
Though peak itself
Remains obscure
To distant peak
Though peak itself
Remains obscure
And should I find
A mountaintop
Who’s to say
I find the one
Reserved to some
Refused to those
Who’ve never known
The pinnacle
Grunge
On every beauty find redress
The film of some small discontent
Such that those who can’t possess
May pose desire circumvent
The film of some small discontent
Such that those who can’t possess
May pose desire circumvent
But I this beauty’s grunge perceive
Projection of my ego’s fear
So let such love that cannot be
Reveal my weakness to be clear
Winter Capture
Wind and whitecaps swish about
Sounds as crisp as winter air
My near frostbitten ears select
Imagine gentle warmth
In sunlight’s amber hue detect
Sounds as crisp as winter air
My near frostbitten ears select
Imagine gentle warmth
In sunlight’s amber hue detect
I linger here
Instead the heated hearth of home
Frigid fingers upon my camera work
Until chill moment captured thus
By an eye that cannot shirk
Before…
Before the sky
The peaks
The peaks
Before the peaks
The hills
Before the hills
The valley
Before the valley
I must leave
This place of numbing
Before I die
Pastel Twilight
Day passes into pastel twilight
Atmospheric soothing sigh
Let the night come
Sonorous repose
Eyes closed
Sleepy
Sleep
Atmospheric soothing sigh
Let the night come
Sonorous repose
Eyes closed
Sleepy
Sleep
Islands ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #196
With the glooming of the day
A subtle sunset failing to find glory
This small slip of Islet
Sits waiting for its siren
In the Sound of gentle sussurrus
While I am tempted by a call
As yet unvoiced by temptress song
A subtle sunset failing to find glory
This small slip of Islet
Sits waiting for its siren
In the Sound of gentle sussurrus
While I am tempted by a call
As yet unvoiced by temptress song
On Carrying the Days
Time passes
The days accumulate
The days accumulate
The good days
The bad days
The days that broke me
The days that healed me
The days I shone
The days I withdrew into shadow
These were the days which made me
These were the days of reckoning
These were the days which guide me
I carry them all
In my burgeoning knapsack
A dull weight
On my shoulders
Then one day
I realize
I carry a burden
Impeding my progress
So I stop at the side of the trail
Open my knapsack
Look inside
All these days!
All these dark days!
Why do I carry them?
I take out the bad days
Leave them beside the trail
Take out the broken days
Leave them beside the trail
Take out the days of shadow
Leave them beside the trail
The knapsack feels lighter
I walk easier
Manage even a skip in my step
Before ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #190
I float
Gently
Back in time
Gently
Back in time
To an age before
This silence of spirit
And its sorrows
These days of hardness
And slight assurances
Back to a time
Of no small beauty
When time itself
Came in an abundance
Applied to the creation
Of wondrous things
While wonder was divinely inspired
Meaning was no fleeting connection
And purpose a life’s rendition
Before profit and growth and ROI
Became ends and means and purpose
A time long before
The remains of this pier
Were ever a pier
Before ever a ship
Sailed these waters
Before any European left the shores
Of a land not yet named Europe
Gently floating
I let waves and bird song
Dominate the frantic race
Of engines on the highway behind me
Breathe the ocean deeply in
Exhale millennia of progress
For a moment, at least
I exist in a time before
All that I am
Was ever possible
Can I let this self die
This day
Allow a time before
To lead me
To a time that follows
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