that final gate
looms all too near,
yet it is my belief
that death is not
something to fear–
it’s unending relief.
–photo by me
the final gate
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but a dream (archives)
space itself dreams
and worlds appear,
and i know it seems
like you’re really here,
but hush up your weeping,
for we must adhere
to keeping space sleeping–
or we’ll disappear.
–photo by me
november shadorma
november:
the month that starts with
bare branches
and grey skies,
but ends with golden turkeys
and sweet pumpkin pies
–photo by me
the veil thins tonight
ghoulish forms
rise from the swamp
at dusk
on halloween,
and they are not
alive nor dead–
but somewhere
in between.
they blindly grasp
at living things
to be
absorbed into,
and hopefully,
those living things
will not be
me or you.
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 10/30/24
–Photos by me
senryu sunday
sometimes, in this world,
i feel like i’m just going
around in circles
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 10/23/24
–photos by me
getting along
born into a world
of ‘others’
we may not all see
eye to eye
but as we were taught by
our mothers
we can get along
if we try
–photo by me
keep on truckin’ (tanka)
after a long walk,
my legs hurt, but it’s not bad–
in fact, it hurts good.
sore muscles serve to remind
us that we’re still in the game.
–photo by me
trees freeze
trees wear fatigues
in the summer
and colorful robes
in the fall,
and then, in the
cold grip of winter,
they tend to wear
nothing at all
–photo by me
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