Category: Poetry

whatever comes into my head….a few edits…and done

Restless

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Closing my eyes
What do I see?

I see the wind,
And the sun chasing shadows

A day, once a resounding choir
Now, only whispers

One of my favorite photographic spots from 2012. It still is a favorite. I’m pretty sure it still is. It is now a forbidden zone. It’s a dystopian nightmare, when people with power, so utterly gripped by fear who lead through fear bear down on the masses with ridiculous decisions.
I miss this place terribly, there is a hole in my heart.

Three photographs stitched and heavily edited.

You Can’t But You Will

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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.





Tubular

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To be specific
It’s the Pacific
That’s terrific

All photographs require “pre-visualization”.

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.

Metamorphosis 1

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Love has no meaning
In the hands
Of selfish children

It is a word
Without foundation
Free falling
To inevitable doom

When the atomic bomb fell
We said our goodbyes
Full of holes
And lies

Watching everything burn
The flames
Ripped breath and lung


We were free diving deep
Into the abyss
Then in mid ascent
Realizing
There’s not enough
To make it
To the top
There’s simply
Not enough

Air,
Freedom, identity, self-worth
Love