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

New Sight

Watching your plane ascend
Eyes wouldn’t stay open

Into the decay at my feet
Pools of history looming
As controlled violence
Broke laws of physics

Winds lifting you away
Failing eyes unwilling
Heart spills open
New eyes, new sight

Black Birds and Fences

There are scales on my eyes
And I must traverse the journey
Over and over
Before I can see

My walks have taken me by this spot many times.
The tree, birds, the fences and light kept telling an untold story.
Struggling with its meaning
A puzzle
With pieces missing

All is not as it appears
To the eye
Sometimes
The eye must close
To see

If we can find the emotive response within us to color, lines and shapes.
Make them ours. Interpret them from the emotive eye.
The journey takes on new meaning.

(multiple exposure photograph)