rhonda_lansky
Who
Blowing smoke into the room.
Capturing a realm, of unconsciousness,
that pricks at the places in the mind.
Those places we want not to go.
Misty filled and full of gloom
What it has to say to us is as unclear
as the face seen here in the room.
Bringing forth the spirits uncalled and
peering into the wisps of darkness,
into the things that loom.
Tearing down the webs in the mind,
like reaching into the ceiling corners
with a broken broom.
Into the farthest reaches of the room
Original photo, untouched, smoke in a dark room no flash. Tried several types of filters to make it stand out more but they all deteriorated the photograph. It looks best in its original image.
Who
Blowing smoke into the room.
Capturing a realm, of unconsciousness,
that pricks at the places in the mind.
Those places we want not to go.
Misty filled and full of gloom
What it has to say to us is as unclear
as the face seen here in the room.
Bringing forth the spirits uncalled and
peering into the wisps of darkness,
into the things that loom.
Tearing down the webs in the mind,
like reaching into the ceiling corners
with a broken broom.
Into the farthest reaches of the room
Original photo, untouched, smoke in a dark room no flash. Tried several types of filters to make it stand out more but they all deteriorated the photograph. It looks best in its original image.