The Joy of Light

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

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

Bough No More

Daughter of My Daughter

Watching you by the water’s edge
As you looked for answers
And pondered your reflection

Will I always consider
Life this way?
What will I look like
When I grow old?

Little fish
Swam away
At your Approach
And a touch of sadness
Nicked at your heart

How I wished
I could be that 
Strong bough
Over your head
Over your life

To stop the pains
To shield and defend
At every turn
To obliterate
Any who do not
Respect your gentleness

Not to be
Not to be
If you are to become
A bough of strength
For others