i fell asleep
and flew above–
the moon was peace
the sun was love
and venus, light,
her eye wide ope
the earth was life
and mars was hope
and beyond mars
’twas so sublime
with twinkling stars
and wrinkling time,
at last i fell
back down to earth–
a dream to tell
for what it’s worth
–photo by aaron
the trees are decked in fine array
and brighten up a winter’s day
–photo by me
a raven twists and
turns before the setting sun–
nature’s rorschach test
–photo by me
my wife
is in the closet
in an urn
for life
is no deposit,
no return
her soul,
in its divineness
had to go
and all
that’s left behind is
ash and woe
My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly
ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says
the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)
–Photo by Aaron
The length of a man’s
Last prayer might not express
Its sincerity
–Photo by me
Everything is so drab around here mid-winter, I decided to post a few clicks from last fall.
–Photos by me
witches tremble when
strangely colored mists roll in–
the great wizard nears!
witches know that spells do work,
but the great wizard knows why
–photo by me
I was shooting a mallard until
I lost footing and took quite a spill
And I don’t know why
The duck didn’t fly
But he had quite a smirk on his bill
–Photo by me
The sun is really trying today, but a rare thermal inversion layer is keeping the colder air trapped near the ground. Just what we need.
–Photo by me
when space itself dreams
the worlds appear
and i know it seems
that you’re really here
but hold down your weeping
for we must adhere
to keeping it sleeping
or we’ll disappear
–photo by Aaron
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