A brief description of the driven need to create
Autumn Melancholy
Category: ekphrastic
The Illusion of “There”
If not for the reward
Then for the sake
Of the journey
We find ourselves
Broken away
Or just broken
But what is there?
There is light
There is hope
There is not the destination
It is the here and now
There, is here
in-camera multiple exposure photograph -4 frames
Ten-In-A-Row
A multiple exposure photograph
Rō – not Rou
Because this is a winter shot
If it was spring
A rou is most likely with these drakes
Just Outside The City
It isn’t like you to leave with coffee on.
So, I let myself in and turned off the pot…and poured myself a cup….with a little butter and cream, thank you. So good.
But, where were you? Why in such a hurry?
Looking around the room, I spied a half ripped page from your note pad by your land line.
Funny, we were just talking about how old we are and how we won’t give up our land lines even though we have cell phones too. Are they still called cell phones? No matter I suppose.
I could just make out the impression of what you wrote on the half-page you ripped out. “state and b st” ….in your perfect lettering…so unlike my scribbles.
“In the city,” I mused. “But why? Is there some sort of emergency? It must be. You hate the city! Brings back too many memories.”
So, it’s off to State and B Street.
Just Outside The Woods
It was a morning of unusual happenstance
I was tempted to knock on your door anyway
Wolves had chased me out of the woods
Your present lay on the trail behind
Should I return to retrieve it
Risking being torn to pieces?
Well, if I am eaten alive
Then I am good for nothing!
Hmm, glad I settled that.
So, picking wild mustard and radish flowers
I made you a fine bouquet.
And brought it to your door.
Knocking was futile….and dust covered your windows.
Peering in, I could see steam billowing from your pot.
Alas, you were not home.
a simple photograph….lensbaby
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 