The bottle wasn’t opened slowly It’s head was broken off against the bar And slammed onto the counter Ready for a fight and retribution
All manner of foam came pouring out Curses and laughter, anger and joy Mixed to make the bread of life
Like the sudden release of tension Of the bow’s taut string Pulled and aimed for so many days A thousand messages in one blended voice
Who cares about America’s 4th of July celebration? Well apparently, many people still do. After being instructed not to assemble and restrictions were re-instated, many people made it clear they have had enough “prison” time. Many people in my area had purchased fireworks and displayed their own mini-shows of appreciation (full-on aerial rocket type). Interesting, since fireworks are illegal in any form in my city. The city still did their show, they just asked that everyone watch from home. So we did. That, along with the full moon, the mask-less gatherings, the hoots and ahhhs of delight, all made for an interesting evening.
Polar Coordinates is an action performed in Photoshop to create “tiny worlds”. In this case, I use the inexpensive Elements version. It requires a little clean up and manipulation….but is a bunch of fun, and mind bending results sometimes.
Finally. We walked in your forest And were transported Absorbed By the language Spoken between tree and root
To a place Found only in the mind.
I stopped to weep.
At the bridge Tears of joy Fell into the river. Drops united Flowing to the sea Finding The great expanse
“We mustn’t stop, It is forbidden” “Go ahead,” I said. “This is my place.”
They were coming for me Masks revealing only their eyes I removed my covering Breathed deep and long
Atom by atom Evaporating Into the pink fog
I went for a walk in my favorite forest on Monday. It’s ok to walk, but no stopping? No meditation? No appreciation for the connectedness of nature? Put me in jail if you must, but I refuse to “visit” a place I call home.
multiple exposure photograph with birds added (manipulation) – I wanted to make a square, but it just wouldn’t work
Honestly, I’m not sure What to think Of these days of uncertainty As if uncertainty Was never a part of our living And dying Are we so much wiser Being able to see the unseeable Panic filling our hearts Pretending To stave off the inevitable Knowledge enough To hide like mice?
We ask ourselves Is it enough to be alive While not living By what measure Will one consider Infinity Coming to that final conclusion That realization of consciousness That those things we can control Should never Control us?