Poetry – Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic

Overhead Underfoot

The beauty of water
Is its ability
To reflect
And bend

One may enjoy
A peaceful moment

Lulling away
After ripples
Of conflicted
Realities

The peace
Of cool environs
The bustle
Of colliding contrails
Overhead

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

Crow flew by my window
Don’t mean a thing
Don’t mean a thing

Someone says,
“hey, you need to be afraid,
somethin’ like that happens”

Be afraid,
Be afraid

Not gonna do it man
Crow
Or no crow

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Mists of Peace

Cresting the ridge
Our valley now exposed
Morning sun broke free
From its chains

Illuminating the moon
The brief friendship
Destined mathematically
Exploding flashes of grandeur

Calm befell the valley
The mists of peace
Had prevailed
Captured willingly
By the hearts of all
In her presence

I know we can do better

It was a dream
Was it not?
Or, perhaps the mind slipping
Into wishes and whims

Consciousness
On every side
Questioning
Reality

Transformed,
I floated away
With the wind
Unencumbered,
Fearless.