The Joy of Light

on By

The Joy of Light

We are all grass
Among many grasses
The lone portrait
Is a lie
We live 
Among the thickets
Thriving
In the dust
Always at the ready
To fight or die
In darkness
Death keeps us still
In deep shadows
We grope
For knowledge
And assurance
When the light comes
We rejoice
The celebration
Of life 
Of color
Of comforting revelation

Straight of of the camera photography – Botanicals – Mission Trails San Diego – Music “Touch the Stars” By me, poem, by me ©2018 Mark Steven Wade

Continuity

on By

You were there
Watching me skip stones
Falling headlong
Into cold waters
Learning to swim
Learning to drown

You were there
Last night
Hiding in the reeds
Reflections
Slapping me
Out of it

Awake now.
See you 
Tomorrow

what is a meta for?
if it’s not a metaphor, if it’s not an analogy

maybe it’s an anaphor…metagy?

double exposure photograph and some applied textures