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It's all or nothing, you may agree?

or beg to differ, your choice

the guest of light upon our hospitality

wordless as the day is young

for the resting place of light becomes our reality

 

what guise will it take in passing hours

unto water it waves to land and caves

harbouring no fear nor comfort

it's evincive while we are totally dismissive

in our social malaise lacking truthful effort

 

of Nature's evident grounding

exalting the equilibrium of extremes

hostile to some, home to host

many mood swings tipping temptations

to resist even one's own ghost

 

no time to pause or ponder, nor cry

aloud for the victory always within sight

but ever so slightly out of reach

this apparitional commove so seldom seen

yet an instruction of a lifetime to teach

 

don't set your sights within social limits

never be side-tracked from being true to heart

allow the vision a chance to speak

give hope to the misunderstood, if you can

for every opportunity is taken as unique.

 

by anglia24

09h55: 06/03/2008

©2008anglia24

Wordless on Wednesday #18

Walking through the old town of my city in search of inspiration, I suddenly came across this scooter, majestic and beautiful, alone in the midday sun.

The photos I took of it were approached in the same way as portrating a living being. In fact, I felt a special intimate connection, like a wordless dialogue with her.

At the end of the session, I said goodbye to her with a couple of affectionate taps on her saddle...

“Poetry

melts my bones.

enters my blood

and changes

its composition.”

― Sanober Khan

 

I arise

I creak a little

the bed creaks even more

what is the hour

I have no idea

 

I pad out bare feet

the wooden floorboards creak

open the bathroom door

the face in the mirror shrieks

 

I remember the face

from the night before

it is the same, I think

and yet

perhaps it is just a little bit more

 

the mirror finds me out

it tries to scream

it tries to shout

wordlessly my lips move in mime

am I here or

have I travelled back in time

 

the light seeks me out

surrounds me in it's lemon glow

the wooden, painted shade

I bought myself

a token of a love cut short

and never once allowed to grow

 

I am inspired by all I see

the little beads of perspiration

placed there by the dull and soundless wall

of the midday sun

pouring hot through mottled glass

casting patterns that will never last

the different coloured bottles shine

on the windowsill, like sea glass found

along the shingled beach the line

of debris gathered in the bay and ground

down to a whisper of it's former self

now little nuggets rest upon my shelf

echoing the bottles opposite

the jewels of the sea

and the spills of him mingled with the spills of me

 

we do not drink but pour

the contents dampen; soak into the sand

we sat there side by side yet so alone

so close; so intimate; hand in hand

 

where did those days go as they disappeared

the night rose up and choked and cloaked us against our will

the moon shone briefly; disappeared behind a cloud

now I am here and you are there and still

 

the intermittent seagulls cry and fly

their calls pierce through my morning reverie

the mirror clamours for attention and I sigh

as I meet the eyes; the same eyes filled with mystery

and darkened with deep-seated misery

 

if I cannot unravel the past or let it slip

like tangled knitting lain out upon my lap; knotted in my grip

then how can I step forward into the new

with sheer abandonment and give myself to you

 

I will find a way through endless poetry

let words flow like my love I give to you

between the lines the space is clear and pure and sweet

where we can find the peace; be lulled; subdued and fall asleep

where words are not enough and only feelings count

between the parallel lines of existence hear me out

please do not ever doubt

I WILL get off this roundabout

 

I love you

you love me

you taught me how to love myself

you showed me how to live; be free

to leave behind the past; the memories

and only keep the good ones that shaped my loving heart

the ones that seep into my bones

that flow now in my blood

that light my soul and eyes with all

this goodness and this cherished and immortal love; I fall

for you my love; for you

and only you can render me anew.

 

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The clip of the pigeons is mine and I have overlaid it with my brief edit from Brief Encounter. I hope you enjoy my cover of Three Steps to Heaven, with the additions of subtle undertones of my wind chimes and me bashing the tune out on my old and faithful and very forgiving guitar!

  

This photo was taken aboard the S.S. Jeremiah O'Brien Liberty Ship on a cruise from San Francisco to the Kaiser Shipyards in Richmond, California where Liberty Ship were made. Link:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Jeremiah_O'Brien

 

Wordless on Wednesday #50 - title and description added a day later.

They shared this peaceful moment in wordless silence. Another magical sunset at the Flic en Flac beach.

This photo is for favorite flickr friends group daily them: Wordless Wednesday- Post a photo that describes how you are feeling that week without writing a title or description.

 

Happy Wordless Wednesday!!!

When we are entrusted with something we must exercise stewardship of it. At the very least our stewardship of depression that will not budge requires that we accept it. When we accept what we resist, things change. Exercising stewardship of our depression gives us the liberating space to stop thrashing in the quicksand of this burden of sadness. When we stop thrashing in quicksand, the quicksand will stop swallowing us alive. Letting be what we are entrusted with loosens depression’s grip even if it does not go away. Again, the contemplative maxim: we let be whatever is simply because it is. Other actions proceed from this.

-An Ocean of Light Contemplation, Transformation, and, Liberation Martin Laird, O.S.A.

A wordless Blackout Tuesday

Armistice Day, 11th November 2015

First Wednesday of 2017 - wordless Wednesday to all my friends.

Elle fait naître les histoires de cœur en brodant de paillettes nos vies. De ses mains émergent les romances. Perles et rubans jalonnent ses ouvrages pour nous porter

amour et passion.

 

www.ciecreature.fr/les-irreels.html

 

festival-marionnette.com/evenements/les-irreels

  

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Big big big thank you EVERYONE for your generous support (visits, comms, congrats, faves, invites, notes, galleries, awards, votes...), deeply appreciated !

 

May peace, health and wisdom prevail everywhere on Earth and forever.

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(BEST SEEN LARGE : please press L, or Z twice)

How are you feeling today?

Can you pick an Emoji for your expression?

Are you wordless now?

 

Lansdowne Carnival, Richmond. March 2017.

 

Fuji X-Pro2

Fuji XF 23mm F1.4 lens

Velvia Film Simulation

It's 22" x 22" before squaring up and binding, so actually pretty big...! All geese/kites are a different fabric (Except one repeat yellow). I actually love it, so if you dont, partner, can you tell me now so I can be selfish and hoard this one for myself :-) ?!

 

Blogged.

Yosemite, I hear is a beautiful place all through the year. I was there in March and the falls presented itself with wordless grace and a rainbow smiling alongside beautifully!

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hair: Vanity Hair::Wordless Talking

(Sorry Tabata I'm too late :/)

Vanity Hair

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Bauhaus Movement

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FaMESHed

FaMESHed

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“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.”

― Thích Nhất Hạnh

 

This was going to be a Wordless Wednesday photo, but why be wordless on Wednesday when you can be HAPPY on Wednesday!!!

 

10" of new snow on the mountain and an awesome boss that knows what makes me HAPPY!

 

Catch you all later, I am going boarding :-)

 

Happy Hump Day!

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.

Romans 8:26

Silence spreads like a wordless prayer. The lake breathes slowly, as time dissolves along the line where water meets sky. Nothing asks for haste.

 

There is an invisible dialogue between she and the horizon – a conversation that needs no sound, only presence. The tree, stripped of its leaves, understands. It bends with the wind but stands tall, holding secrets that winter cannot erase.

 

The bench is not just a place to rest but a space where thoughts drift lightly, dancing between what is and what once was. Solitude, here, does not weigh heavy. It spreads like light over the water, turning every absence into a poem.

 

At the lake’s edge, what feels missing becomes whole.

 

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O silêncio se espalha como uma prece sem palavras. O lago respira devagar, enquanto o tempo se dissolve na linha onde a água encontra o céu. Nada pede pressa.

 

Há um diálogo invisível entre ela e o horizonte – uma conversa que não precisa de som, apenas de presença. A árvore, despida de folhas, entende. Ela se curva com o vento, mas permanece de pé, guardando segredos que o inverno não apaga.

 

O banco não é só um lugar de descanso, mas um espaço onde pensamentos flutuam leves, dançando entre o agora e o que já foi. A solidão, aqui, não pesa. Ela se espalha como luz sobre a água, transformando cada ausência em um poema.

 

Na margem do lago, o que falta se torna inteiro.

 

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another round of mini books, this time with a reinforced binding which interconnects the pages better... our papermaking hill is hot, very hot, 34 Celsius daily... but worse, my husband with fractured collarbone and rib, and the car broke down this morning... will it become easier soon? sigh...

Wordless and unimaginable in Europe.

 

Analogue Slide scan

Kodak Ektachrome 100

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