Tag: United States of America

Fire

The fire burns hottest
Not in the flames
But in the embers
Which continue to burn
Long after the fire
Has burned out

We are creatures of grace
I see it everywhere

In the way we move
On the dance floor
In the way we act
In times of tragedy
In the things we build
As monuments to significance

I try to remind myself of this
In the low moments
When I feel anything but grace
Anything but graceful

A classic

Repaired
Revitalized
Restored
Overhauled
Renewed
Jacked up
Revved up
Supercharged

I saw you
Stolid
Fierce
Impenetrable

l saw you like that
From time to time
Brow drawn down
Eyes narrow
Squinting
Arms crossed tightly
Interlocked
A ward
A shield
A wall
A fortress

I love the odd
The unusual
The idiosyncratic

I love being
In the places
I might only imagine
From a sci-fi author’s words

I love to photograph them
Then tweak the image
To enhance
Their oddity

Is not this world exquisite?
With the sunlight cascading
Through the clouds
Across the mountains
Onto the valley floor

Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites

There are places in this world
Which take me back in time
Or is it forward?
I don’t know

Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?

My reflection
In your eyes
I see myself
More truly

Sometimes, a haze descends
Obscuring all I see
I don’t mind

The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds

I work hard
With intention
To express
And create

Heed artistry
Inscribe wisdom
Apply passion