she stands so solid
on bricks and rock in the sun
yet it’s a facade
her true form shows in a storm
a guiding angel of light
–photo by me
Tag: tanka
wild widowers
unkempt widowers
are like abandoned highways
overgrown with weeds
when a man’s soulmate is gone
there is no reason to shave
–photo by me
obstacles
when immovable
obstacles obscure our view
of peaceful waters
we must chip away at them
until they’re sandy beaches
–photo by me
jealousy
some blushing beauties
only get to see the world
through a barbed-wire fence
a jealous man turns a gift
into a soul-crushing curse
–photo by me
healed
local folk once feared
that open-pit mining would
scar their pristine land
but the wounds healed nicely
with the help of nature’s hand
–photo by me
primal
wildfire smoke races
across the face of the sun
ancient alarms sound
high, fast-moving fumes summon
our deepest of primal fears
–photo by me
scope
in our scope of things
obstacles ahead loom large
in reality
objects in our path of life
are smaller than they appear
–photo by me
fears
our fears may rear up
at times in our lives and stop
us dead in our tracks
we must look them in the eye
and bravely step over them
–photo by me
maelstroms
maelstroms in our lives
create a space for some to
show their true colors
others get caught up in things
and spiral into the deep
–photo by me
blinded by the light
the sun lights our world
yet would hide the entire
universe from us
it takes the blackest of nights
to truly see where we are
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