Fly my little blackbird
There among the bending reeds
Night falls and it’s late
Multiple exposures in camera
Unspoken Calling
Category: Freeverse
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
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
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