Discovery

Oh, I suppose it means to uncover something.
Something that was there you just didn’t know it was there.
There is something pleasant about a black bird.
Black bird won’t let you visit unless you come in close.
Close enough to see feather and catch-light eyes.
Eyes are always looking to assign names.
Names help us to tell everyone.
Everyone! Look what I found!

Multiple exposures, multiple layer composite/manipulation impression.
Inspired by a lovely book I recently read a couple of times.

Across the Lake

These laws these laws
Physics and integrated biology

Our bodies
A mass of intelligent proteins
“I will be an arm” says one
“I will be an eye” says another

These laws, these laws
Physics and integrated biology

Discerning the atmospheres
First, our light airy cosmos
Little is the effect of gravity
‘Til water marries us up – it is inescapable

Why must I be a bonded slave
To the one?
Not to move quietly
Through the other.

We close our eyes
Through imagination’s window
We become fully capable
Traversing these laws
And cross to the other side

What will we “see”?

Originally, I started to write an informative photography tutorial entry, but became too bored with the subject. Maybe another time. Apparently, I am too easily distracted.

Lucid Dream

I’m sure I reached out to you
There on the horizon
Words spilled from my tongue
Sonic whispers of many voices
In languages unknown to me

I’m sure you heard me
Ten thousand miles away
Your body facing away from me again
I could feel your grin of satisfaction
Explaining how many deaths must one person die.

My body portal-ed to face you
Over waves of torrential rage
The deluge of clouds
Left tracks on your face
Streams of lost hope

Lightning smacked relentlessly
And wind swept through your hair thick as the loom
Pushing it sideways in slow motion
You were facing down
Then slowly looked up towards me
Eyes black, empty

I’m sure I reached out to you in the pounding rain
But could not traverse the growing chasm
Now between us.
We both knew,
The chasm would consume us.

Eyes locked
I felt your grin of satisfaction
My future on the edge of the waterfall
Holding on to a semblance of self worth
I couldn’t understand
How you were at peace

The storm receded
You, still at its center
It would always be like this for you, wouldn’t it?
I stood silent on the edge
Watching you fade away
My lips mouthing my confusion
How many deaths must one person die?
How many deaths must one person die?

(2) 12″x12″ Oils on canvas – inspired by a dream, by a lifetime


Strengthened

“Strengthed” a Videopoem

It is all a blur now
Swift memories
Poking holes in my sightline
Clouds escape
Through my skin

Like water seeps
Through shaky fingers
Unfiltered
Vaporized
Returning to the sky

To rain once again
As tears
Of joy
Of sorrow
Into the iridescent pool
Of my very existence

Indeed it is our memories that make our lives what they are. They strengthen us and perhaps are not as unique, nor unused as we may think. Video – Photography- Narration – Ambient Music – me ©2019


Award Winning

It’s “funny”
To win an award
To wake the next morning
And everything
Is still the same

Reaching for recognition
Validating
Our existence
Our purpose
Our meaning

Standing in this dream
Waves are gentle
Quiet
Only the godwits stirring
An award, that changes

I did not recently win any awards. Just some thoughts tumbling around my “little gray cells”. Lensbaby



Water’s Hand

It rained again last night
And this morning

Uneventful for many

But in this dry place
Where we have starved
For the love of water

We jump out of sheer joy

Others we know
Far from here
Not too far from here

Have seen too much

Thus it is
And will always be
Water’s hand

A photo of my wife, just below Bridal Falls – Yosemite Valley.
She orders me not to post photographs of her on the web. I don’t think this one counts.