I will leave my imprint
on those vitreous walls,
forcing violent cracks
in bursts of outrage
until my bones fracture.
I will immortalize myself
on those crystal windows
scratching them deeply
in silent fury
until my fingers bleed.
I will cease this destruction
on the very day
those cracks and scratches
have finally collapsed
this glasshouse that is us.
photo taken with Canon EOS 7D
As the sun retreated
behind gentle hills
in a splendour of
amber, salmon and red,
as this ethereal beauty
unfolded before us
in the most romantic way
you looked at me all earnest
and … dismantled my sunset.
Where a kiss had sufficed
a lecture was held
about atmospheric refraction
followed by airborne dust
in relation to short wavelengths
and a reference to a bloke
by the name of Rayleigh
whom I would have a word with
if he was not already dead.
Developing Your Eye II – Day 6 – Landscape
The keeper of time, merciless scoundrel,
has spoken again, capturing another shard of my life.
Ripped out of my mind with a victorious smile
and added to his expanding collection,
he thrives on the past I have to leave behind.
A greedy fat spider, he sits in patience watching
from the middle of his sophisticated net
for the next hapless moment to stumble and fall victim
to the clasping strings of this silken trap.
He carefully stores them in fragile glass urns,
meticulously labelled with places and names
to grant effortless access and a fast retrieval
when his quenchless hunger for my memories calls.
He savours my heartaches in tiny morsels,
relishing the salty flavour of my tears.
He feeds on my follies and devours my sins
with greedy haste, in impatient anticipation of more.
I ward him off, interrupting his steady advance
by keeping my memories close to my heart.
But Mistress Time is capricious and fading is imminent,
so he reclines unperturbed, certain of my failure,
assured of his triumph, content to wait.
camouflage patterns
imprinted on weathered bark
morning sun shrouded
green eyes
black leather jacket
tousled hair
colour me blue
in response to: Developing Your Eye -Day 9 – Pop of Colour
The coals in the grill
are still glowing
radiating heat
in ever smaller circles.
The smell of food
is still lingering,
scenting the air
with dissipating flavours.
Empty bottles of wine and beer
are still on the table,
allowing the clutter
with happy laziness.
Conversations and laughter
are slowly dying down
in a mutual feeling of
tired contentment .
You put your arms around me.
This is time well spent,
this is what I treasure.
That one
glorious moment
on the lakefront
of Loch Lomond,
remnants of warmth
settled on our skin,
a little breathless still.
We dreamt big
and then fell far.
in response to: Developing Your Eye – Day 7 – Big
Paint
in blazing colours
use bold strokes
without discretion,
talk Turner to me
in a painting
of your dreams.
Wait
in calm patience
for perfect conditions
then shoot with precision,
talk Adams to me
in a photograph
of your life.
Express
without compunction,
use your soul as a sheet,
mix ink with your tears,
talk Byron to me
in a poem
of your love.
Yet what I will see
are imprints of me,
projecting my hopes
straight onto your world,
for ensnared are we
in the solitude
of our own thoughts.
summer
summer
summertime
sent us off
to the lake
smoking
boozing
smooching
skinny-dipping
never giving a toss
then life happened
damn it
I can still feel
sunlight & water
on my skin
City Dwellers
today we are introducing
a very rare opportunity
visible between two
meticulously restored
jewels from the 19th century
we call attention to
180 sq. feet of actual sky
located in
a highly populated lively area
conveniently accessible
by public transportation,
this natural beauty
offers stunning features
like snow, rain, clouds
as well as the occasional sunshine
at no additional charge
call to book
an appointment to view.
‘idea’ shot, different hour-different light but turned out quite nice too, taken with Samsung Galaxy A7
If you just keep on
walking down the road
it might lead you
right out of the immobility
that keeps you stuck in a place
you don’t want to be in any longer….
If you just keep on
dancing through the night
maybe it will keep you
far away from the nightmares
that fill your dreams with a threat
you don’t want to experience any longer….
november child 