Poems, Pixels, & Prose!
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Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's Party!"
~ Robin Williams
This is the last in my series of four crocus images.
Shot with Pentacon AV and 12mm extension tube.
After a miserably hectic week, I have a few things to show off!
If you haven't stopped by Kurenai yet, you should stop by for a unique variety of Japanese and Taiwanese fashion! There the Yuzu Onzen decoration available from Violetility, and these awesome bento Nogitsune tails and ears available from Aii!
We <3 RP just opened as well, where you can grab this lovely Azrael Mask and Arrow from Azoury! There's also a wide variety of 50L items from a ton of vendors this month, so check it out!
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfFTT3iz740
Credits: Check out my blog!
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
~Rumi
Image captured during the unseasonal sunshine and warm weather of April (England, UK) which, coincided with the first few weeks of the COVID19 Lockdown.
Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
“Since when," he asked,
"Are the first line and last line of any poem
Where the poem begins and ends?”
― Seamus Heaney
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=azYK8I2uoog
TELL YOUR HEART TO BEAT AGAIN – DANNY GOKEY
"You and I are named as flowers. We may change outwardly with each season, but inside we remain the same and no-one can take that goodness from us" <3
The church bells tolled in the distance
across the meadows green and sweet
the stillness of the waters softened the echoes
of the Fieldfare's song so tranquil and replete
the bird on the wing is a magical thing
captures the light from the golden hour
purple hued moods and tips of blue
paint the sky and teasel flowers
bruised like ripened berries in Summer
scudding clouds that threaten thunder
answers flood the empty spaces
erasing question marks, I wonder
is this the meaning of life at last
immersed in nature; just being at one
journeying with no particular purpose
soaking in the setting Sun
captivated in this precious moment
the Fieldfare's cry transcends through time
the echo reaches my ears at last
I do not speak; I do not mime
but standing still and being me
listening, not thinking, is the key
for everything we need is here
within this moment; crystal clear
empty our minds, our hearts, our souls
immortal words will find us
once we are emptied of the old
the new and wondrous life can find us
I am ready so let it be
embrace the newly reborn me
leave the old and fragile past
live freely, love dearly until my last
so when the final breath breathes outward
the peace will be an infinite one
the footprint I leave may be a small one
but it will be felt deeply
like the waxing and waning of the Moon
and the rise and fall of the setting Sun.
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My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs.
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"Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth." - Diane Ackerman
I am at hospital ... nothing to worry about. Will catch up soon x
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxzdA60uDrU
DINGLY DELL - LINDISFARNE
Fading ideals and memories
hidden beneath the stack
of letters and photographs
piled so high; yellowing
on dusty shelves once painted black
now peeling and dimple-dinted
by hammers and glancing blows
like my heart has taken
what my soul already knows
that we can never get back those times
of sweet halcyon days
when endless rhymes
fell from my lips into your ears
you held me so tight and quelled my fears
but like back then and so like now
the memory of you still dries my tears
and I feel your presence throughout the years
but there's no real use in looking back
except as a reminder that once all was well
those days of laughter in Dingly Dell
the smudges of mud from our runs in the hills
collapsing and breathless and laughing like stills
from an old movie we watched on cold Winter nights
over and over until we could recite
each and every phrase word perfect to our delight
smiling eyes joined our souls and set passions alight
now all I have left are those memories
they keep me warm; those sweet histories
but that's alright as long as I know
that the struggle for you that ran deeper than snow
is no longer a struggle; no longer a blow
you found new horizons; new sunsets and sunrise
the pale yellow moon lights up all your highways
you travel alone without me by your side
tucked into your breast pocket a note where I lied
telling you I was ok and not to worry about me
I loved you so much; I let you fly free
I never much wanted a caged bird you see
I would never me happy; you would never feel free
that is what true love is
the ability to know
when it's the right thing to stay
or the right thing to go
and I know it's the right thing in letting you go
because I also feel freer and I hope that you know
it will never be over; this love that I have
but I no longer feel burdened and I rarely feel sad
we can live with the peace in our minds and our souls
and the space in our heart that's reserved for us all
to let new love in; like the cherry tree flowers
that fill up my senses and transform my hours
to days and then weeks; to months and then years
until finally I get it; there is no reason to fear
we all must let go before we get back
the love that we give; the freedom we lack
I hope you are thinking as I'm thinking of you
the love we created will serve someone new.
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Finding Solitude in My Silence
The rhythm of waves on a nearby shore
The sun shining brightly above
Blue skies all around
Just a world with magic and excitement
And me listening to the wonder of it all
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured late morning while walking around and exploring White Horse Key. This is in the Ten Thousand Islands area of Florida with a view extending to the southwest. My thought in composing this image was to capture a leveled-on view with the horizon, using the curve of the shoreline as a leading line and to add foreground interest, with the trees as the main focus for the image. The Gulf of Mexico waters and blue skies would be that backdrop to complement the setting.
GOD'S WAY by Wm. Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His Wonders to perform--
He plants His footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm."
tonight's prose…
moving through seasons
I am going to die.
you are going to die.
we have these few moments together,
embrace love in this truth of change.
-- me.
...real love in the real world *bisous*
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
.. loud, intense, and although people were yelling, little was heard above the roaring of the wind. Though there were many an intrepid soul on the beach that day, there was a sense of being alone, just me and the ancient elements. In this place the internal dialogue seems to be magnified as if spurred on by the raging wind, the volume turned up bringing a distinct clarity, a comforting haven in the midst of the turmoil. An unexpected peace, a shelter with walls of noise, and sand and wind. I walked on with a sense of thankfulness thinking clearly...
Where Does the Wind Come From
And Where does it go?
Does the water rushing to a shore
Follow its lead
Or move to the pull of a neighboring Moon
Questions on my mind
But silence is to be savored
As I sit on the shores of a Great Lake
In Indiana in a national park
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one afternoon in Indiana Dunes National Park. This was along the shoreline of Lake Michigan just down the road from the Dune Ridge Trail area with the view looking across a grassy dune to the northeast. My thinking in composing this image was to use a layered approach with the nearby grasses, then the trees in the middle right portion of the image, and finally the blue waters of Lake Michigan itself. Given the overcast skies that day, I felt that they were more of a negative space and decided to angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward to minimize that.
It's the first day of the month, and this is a first of a new series. Hopefully I can upload some more in the future...
Good Morning!
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The Heart of the Earth is Speaking to Me
I will not improve upon god
But rather capture images as I listen in silence
Being in a wide wondered amazement of the Guadalupe Mountains.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one afternoon at a roadside pullout along Texas State Highway 54 with a view looking across the Chihuahuan Desert to the Guadalupe Mountains. My thinking in composing this image was to capture a wide angle one with the desert landscape leading up to the more distant mountains. Blue skies above would be that color contrast to complement the earth tones in the lower portion of the image. I later worked with control points in DxO PhotoLab 5 and then made some adjustments to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted for the final image.
"But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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I'm a sucker for wildflowers; more so when they're truly wild in a field. I love them, they brighten any spot, even the side of a road that's riddled with potholes.
And so, this morning when I was walking back from an appointment and spotted this field of wild growth I had to pull the camera out and see what I could capture.
No field is ever the same. If I were to go back tomorrow, it would be different and I think that's what I love about places like this.
Variety, it's the spice of life!
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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There Is No Need for a Border Wall!
Nature built one over millions of years
As the Rio Grande flowed along
Hundreds of foot high walls of limestone
A peaceful setting with a river
For one of the 63 US national parks
Grandeur
Peaceful
Tranquil
Beautiful
But not a tacky wall!
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one morning while walking along the shores of the Rio Grande in the Boquillas Canyon of Big Bend National Park. I?ve stood previously with these canyon walls towering all around; I?m always mesmerized by them as the calm, peaceful waters of the Rio Grande flowed by.
The view here is looking to the north while walking along the Boquillas Canyon Trail. The canyon wall caught in the morning sunlight are in the US; the walls on the right are in Mexico. My thought on composing the image was to use the lines with the canyon walls as they crossed each other and make a layered approach. Nearby would be the hiking trail with the large bush. Then would come the portions of the canyon wall caught in sunlight. Finally on the Mexican side of the border would be the other canyon walls still more or less in shadows. Blue skies above would be that color complement to the earth-tones in the lower portion of the image.