A world of banality
Holds its secrets close
Reveals them
Only to those willing
To look
And look again
“My beauty
Is not so obvious.
I will test
Your will”
Paused
Month: November 2018
Overhead Underfoot
The beauty of water
Is its ability
To reflect
And bend
One may enjoy
A peaceful moment
Lulling away
After ripples
Of conflicted
Realities
The peace
Of cool environs
The bustle
Of colliding contrails
Overhead
Time Flies
Summer came and went. It seems like it happens every year now!
Music used under CC license from Museopen.org – Erik Satie
New Sight
Watching your plane ascend
Eyes wouldn’t stay open
Into the decay at my feet
Pools of history looming
As controlled violence
Broke laws of physics
Winds lifting you away
Failing eyes unwilling
Heart spills open
New eyes, new sight
Black Birds and Fences
There are scales on my eyes
And I must traverse the journey
Over and over
Before I can see
My walks have taken me by this spot many times.
The tree, birds, the fences and light kept telling an untold story.
Struggling with its meaning
A puzzle
With pieces missing
All is not as it appears
To the eye
Sometimes
The eye must close
To see
If we can find the emotive response within us to color, lines and shapes.
Make them ours. Interpret them from the emotive eye.
The journey takes on new meaning.
(multiple exposure photograph)
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 