Tag: photography
Memory
Experiential reality
crumbles
under
the unbearable
weight
of memory
The Slow Hand of Winter
The slow hand of winter
reaches over the landscape-
crystallizing nature’s thoughts
as she moves beneath the surface
The slow hand of winter
wipes across a cloudy brow-
dusting the fields with white softness
and draining the sky of color
I breathe in the stillness
as I stop to look at the water-
I feel the calm of the day’s end
soften the harsh edges of the land
Then the slow hand of winter
brushes a cold breath against my face-
and I walk along, hopeful,
that the sun will return tomorrow
Mementos
She said he came in with amnesia,
that they didn’t know his name.
For weeks the only word he spoke was ‘Adeline’,
they assumed it was her necklace held in his bloodied hand.
Grandmother called him David (too many John Doe’s
and you begin to give them other names)
She sat with him in the sun, reading him poetry
from the only book she could afford.
When I asked her more about him,
she drifted back, back into her daylight dreaming.
She no longer remembered him,
she no longer remembered me.
We are often left alone-
with mementos the rest of the world has forgotten.
Holding meaning only to our subconscious,
and to the inner worlds found in our hearts.
Travellers
Travellers past, looking forward
hoping for a softer future
hoping for something better
Have we found it ? No,
we seem to still be looking,
eyes forward looking for something
that reminds us of the past
Floral Inspection
decay
Two more wilting flowers today – I may continue this and see how the continuing decay looks through the lens…
Dying Iris
Well, it’s been a while since my last post. I’ve been making daily postings to the Google Plus Creative265Project, and with the new year, it’s been really busy around here. BUT enough excuses, on with the posting!
Hope everyone’s year is starting off lovely!
The Monument
The cold wind blows,
white noise fills the sky,
and the ghosts lay themselves to rest,
falling away from the gathering dawn’s light.