Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” they haunt me still, Years were cut abruptly, I regret, His callous satisfaction, feigned conceal. To some he was a buddy, someone real But I, a distaff staffer, stood outside, I chuckled… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page”
In response to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Work of Art: “Art ” isn’t just paintings and sculptures, it can be anything in which we find beauty and meaning – even food. Show us a thing, place, or person that’s a work of art to you.
Sepals closed, slumb’ring still, Sun hides well o’er fog-drenched fields, Quiet, dampened dawn. ***** An almost mystical morning hush is captured in this photo, taken while strolling the grounds of the Buttermilk Inn a few weeks ago. My normal routine is to rise early… Continue Reading “Wisdom of The Tulips (Photo Friday: Early Morning)”
Craving these misty mornings, Escaping to night-shattering dawn, Rocking to the gentle undulations, Sloshing soft on un-named lake lagoon, Beating a metronomic pulse: Soul-stirring. Treading barefoot on grainy planks, Leaving sleepy-land behind, Feeling safely tethered, yet free, Floating, yet (the rub) still captive, Vanishing,… Continue Reading “Floating Dock”
1. Sundial Shadows Endless ages pass, Casting shadows on this face, Marking time of man. *************** 2. Tree Trunk Through the Shadows Through the shadowed arch, Time-weathered, lonely tree-trunk Straggled, scraggled, stands. ********** 3. Shadow Bandit In the shadows, Waiting for a time of warmth,… Continue Reading “Shadows of Time: Photo-Haiku Trilogy”
They come because they must. They gather at waters edge, vying for position. They stand, they watch and wait; their bugle call, the cadence of the breakers. The sun slowly, surely, lifts its face above the horizon. The salty skirmish begins anew. Written for… Continue Reading “Skirmish at Sunrise”
He stands as he has stood mid brush and stickler thickets, nesting spot for wrens, He offers life’s elixir, respite from the rush of feral creatures on the prowl again. His moldy feet secure, yet he pretends that he might teeter if a bird of… Continue Reading “Lies of Omission”
Thirsty, tender tendrils soak in pre-dawn dew droplets, Soon; summer swelter. Postaday:
Precarious perch Clinging; gath’ring gust is nigh, Crash – quick and lethal Written for Studio 30+ using prompt: “Quick and Lethal”
Water surface shines a mirrored scene Enhancing hues and shadows even more than mid-day sun could ever shine, serene, As world slows down a bit upon this shore. Cumulus dust the wispy sky azure, Setting scene for languid summer eve, As crimson echoes beat… Continue Reading “Languid Lagoon”