Fallen colour fades
Silent soldiers lying still
After the battle
Silent soldiers lying still
After the battle
Photographically Inspired Writing
Tag: Vancouver
Lines & Words
I love
how a brush stroke
or a phrase
can create
an icon
how few lines
or words
are required
to tell a story
and how every story
and every icon
means something different
to everyone
Builders We
Such prolific builders we
Who raze an endless stand of trees
Erecting concrete towers in their place
With geometric rigour lacking nature’s grace
We sunder her, retrain our eyes to see
Who raze an endless stand of trees
Erecting concrete towers in their place
With geometric rigour lacking nature’s grace
We sunder her, retrain our eyes to see
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
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
