Chasing the Sun

Should I stand on the tops of mountains
It is not without the dust of the journey
That has made this arduous odyssey so sweet

Birds flock to the sun calling my name
And I run without losing my breath once more
As it was in my youth, to chase the light of day

From trail to trail, they all know me by name
And cheer me on to the top of one peak to another
Even the trees bend to cover me with welcomed shade

Nestled in their care my lungs fill with fire
Screaming with all my might I make it to another apex
Laughing with the sun for beating me yet again

multiple exposure photograph








Longing Too Long

It is said
That to gaze into the waters
For too long
Will hypnotize
The dreamer.

One may wander
Into the deep,
Too deep
Where paths vanish.
Up is down, down is up.

Consumed by memory,
Light fills the eyes
Like the blackness
Of sleep’s
Eternal suspension.

multiple exposure photograph
free verse inspired by Frodo’s descent into the swamp

When Darkness Comes

Oh that sense of power
To “turn down the sun”
With a thumb
Click click click
Just like that!

We photographers love that!
Crush those shadows
Let that back-lighting POP!
It’s just too much.
Too much fun
Too much control!

And in the process
We learn to appreciate shadows
Their dark mystery
Telling secrets ignored.

That dried flower
Is not actually glowing
We all glow
We just don’t know it

a simple photograph with “the sun turned down a little”


Fruit From The Garden

It has come
To my attention
That these many days
On the trail

Marked by failure
Marred by poison
Skin erupted
In sore lesions

Are purpose
Filled

Daughter of my youth
To see your face today
Holding you close
For a vapor’s moment

Fills my eyes
Full
With oceans of joy

Their waves
Deliver gifts
And riches
Beyond Words

I say with confidence
Today
Our garden
Has yielded its fruit

16″x32″ water color, gouache, water soluble oils on plywood/gesso

One Year, Still Scattered

The edges of my life are still blurry
And sometimes,
It feels like I’m flying alone.

Moon tells me this is not so.
“It’s all in your head” she says.
Cloud becomes indignant…
“And what am I to you?
All these years I have performed
At your every whim,
Creating mood and color?”

Sun waxes stoic.
“You hurt me with that assessment,
But I understand your condition.
Sometimes,
We stop seeing what our eyes are telling us
And we listen to that recurring nightmare
That will not leave us alone.

Open your eyes
Live the beauty set before you.
Let it fill your every pore.
I will cover your face
With the energy
That fosters love, gentleness,
And kindness.
Isn’t this sufficient?”

Yes…it is.

October 9 marked one year here on WordPress. Thank you everyone who has been a sun and moon to me in this crazy expressive world.

photograph is multiple exposures – post includes color shifts and light texture