Crows fly against the hawk
A whirlwind of mob mentality
Hating, attacking, vicious
Prisoners
Of the mind
A Stigma
Category: Poetry
whatever comes into my head….a few edits…and done
Just Cause
It is not enough
To live in the sky
Through endless thoughts
Of how and why
I feel my sanity slip under the weight of nature’s cosmic complexity. There is simply too much paint to deal with. Muscles twitch in old memories, screaming awake from the dead.
Dive into the pool above my head. Twist and make translucent the fraud of reality. Failure after abominating failure. It is madness. Sheer, unadulterated, completely freeing madness.
Smear and punctuate.
Palms and Plane
Airplane breaks the quiet
Drowning the sound of wind-through-trees
A reminder
We’re not alone
Multiple in-camera exposures. Nikon D750
Flight Ready
Arid in the moment
Before dispersion
We’re seen as dead
But ready
Waiting
For wind’s lifting strength
To be found yet alive.
Oleander seeds burst form their pod, waiting for the wind to do her part.
Nature Never Stops
We’ve become very good
Pointing out where things stood
And how invasive things can be
The bigger picture will show
The offence and its blow
Points back to the speaker, that’s me
While trying to promote monarch butterflies and make video of their flight, I witnessed a hawk taking a young quail.
Nature can be brutal. What happened next was troubling…then satisfying.
The story:
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 