BUTTERFLIES (for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #63 – Magical)

  What magic is in a butterfly That casts a spell on the beholder The moment it flutters by? Would it be the flash of color That cuts through the air, or the silent Grace stirring the stillness of summer? Is it the broken wings that tyrant Age has wrought? So fragile, so strong FlyingContinue reading “BUTTERFLIES (for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #63 – Magical)”

TIME-RIDERS

Darkness dances in the margins. Shadows lengthen. Wildflowers, shed their blooms, one by one and the meadows echo with the wind’s sighs. Geese, once more, darken the blue skies punctuating their flight with honking cries. The world turns never going back to where it began and we are all its passengers. Where do we goContinue reading “TIME-RIDERS”

FORGOTTEN

The empty water bottle glows beneath the morning sun calling out the hands whence it ‘accidentally’ slipped when its usefulness was gone. Should it be happy that it is not alone that it joins the ranks of the forgotten flooding the earth exacting vengeance? I am writing about one of my pet peeves – emptyContinue reading “FORGOTTEN”

LOVELINESS (for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #54-Detail)

Petals pool on the ground Time is passing by Flowers droop, one last bow But the dragonfly wings glisten And the sunfish flit in the pond The ugly duckling is becoming a swan Fireflies light the summer nights And tomorrow, dew will bathe the dawning skies. Loveliness happens Even as flowers die.   Last week,Continue reading “LOVELINESS (for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #54-Detail)”

WOMAN IN THE KAYAK (for Lens-Artist Challenge #52 – Serenity)

Her arms and oar move as one Like breath, rising and falling She glides like a dream Will and body, woman and vessel a harmony the water sings, tunes out the cacophony. She lifts up her face towards the solitude infused skies – Her heart knows its place Her soul beholds more than existence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Continue reading “WOMAN IN THE KAYAK (for Lens-Artist Challenge #52 – Serenity)”

A WALK IN THE SWAMPLAND

    Our feet pounded on the boardwalk The sun hammered on our heads The cattails stood still on the swamp Would the trail ever end? Reeds and more reeds stretched around us Their heads drooped as though in shame No music wafted from their wicked green pipes, No sparrow played on their slender blades.Continue reading “A WALK IN THE SWAMPLAND”

A FISHY STORY

  Ashen skin glisten beneath incandescent bulbs Lifeless eyes stare wide-eyed at customers feeling their flesh for firmness Sweat and blood mingle on the muddy floor Voices rise voices fall earnest haggling ends in a bargain Ah, the sultry heat seeps out of skins Money changes hands dead bodies are wrapped in yesterday’s news andContinue reading “A FISHY STORY”