Shelter

~ Mortar IV ~ Poem by me ~ 03.29.12 & 02.08.15

 

Funny... when you realize

You're the one who has to care, who has to dare

To tear down your own wall.

 

Then... with open eyes,

You discover everywhere, out of nowhere,

Friends who help clear the bricks, as they fall.

 

But you get hurt and recall

Bricks out in the open air,

Too exposed, too bare.

And you frown

At the old wall pile, where it lies.

 

But maybe instead of a wall,

You could build a warm lair

With mortar that won't tear.

And you gaze down,

A new inner smile on the rise.

 

My heart, I try to be generous and give it for free.

My soul, I lean on the cautious and safe-keep it with me.

 

 

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Snapshot_211_195_202_197 combo layers

 

Snap-shooting with my friend Greg at Namaste

 

I still layer and brush-texture all my pictures as I love the brushed-in painting feel.

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