Photo Friday: Religion [Losing my...]

Perception

Sign painting upside down
The perspective distorts
The edges all around

Brushes are misshapen
There are exaggerated reports
From backward slants taken

How will I tell the blue from the brown?

Watery blur is what I find
Magnifying tears
Gog of Magog is blind

Not bridled by it's virtual desire
But sunken in obscure fears
I evade it's visual fire

Soaked in brown from peering behind

Haunted waters are glowing
With solid feet grounded
Opaque people are flowing

Underwater lenses are spying
Shapes and colors founded
But refusing to see they're dying

An eye patch focuses knowing and prevents showing

Photo Friday: Electricity

Mazatlan

Photo Friday: Fragile

Photo Friday: Far From Home

Passin' the time on the long drive home.

Photo Friday: Found Object

Photo Friday: Fuzzy

This is the reflection of tree limbs in a spot of tree oil floating in the Cypress Bog at Mercer Arboretum. Below is the same shot with macro.

Photo Friday: What Is That?

Photo Friday: Misty

Photo Friday: Silence

Which one, if any, do think best pictures silence?

Empty Place, Silent Home

An empty chair, an empty place,
And in my heart an empty space.
An empty chair, an empty bed,
But the loneliness fills my head.

A silent door, and silent halls;
Still I hear your footsteps through the walls.
A silent door, a silent home;
There's no one to depend on now that you're gone.

Disturbing the silence is the ringing of the phone,
And the chatter of the answering machine as I cry,"leave me alone!"
Everyone depends on me; I have no one to turn to,
So I cling to this empty house and dream of loving you.

They want me to sell this place where I hide,
Where I keep all the memories of you safely inside.
They want me to be there for them, I feel used.
They say I need to move on and think I've nothing to lose.

An empty chair, a silent door.
Without this place, I've nothing to live for.
An empty bed, a silent home.
Never before have I been so alone.

I wrote this back in Feb. of '04.

Photo Friday: The City

"The City" as seen from the Jersey shore.


Escape from the city. Which one do you like better?


It was pointed out to me that this picture might look better if the sea lions weren't in the middle, so here it is cropped. I think I like it better. What do you think?

Photo Friday: Real Life

... is not always pretty.

Photo Friday: Wholesome

wholesome - adj. good for the health, healthy, morally sound [Webster's Dictionary]

What could be healthier than a mother's love?

Photo Friday: Comfort

I want to be the guy in the middle.

Photo Friday: Beach

Which one do you like better?

Photo Friday: Purple

Photo Friday: Insignificant

Photo Friday: Wet

Photo Friday: Barren

"There's an empty space where you used to be..."
Listening to "Still Got The Blues" by Gary Moore.

Photo Friday: Busy

Knock, knock... "Can you come out and play?"
" I'm busy."

The early bird....

Photo Friday: Gray

Dear Mike, the trees are lost in the gray
That surrounds them today.
Barren branches strain upward with a cry
To a frozen and lifeless sky
Praying for a brighter day.

Cypress roots are stuck in a muddy bog below;
Don't know which way to go.
Their knees rise up in search of solace
Uncertain of their purpose
In this lonely winter cold.

This season of solitude no lover can defeat;
You've left me incomplete.
I wander through the trees aimlessly
Getting bored shamelessly
With every man I meet.

Spanish moss desperately cling as the wind blows through
Like I cling to you.
But, now your ashes have grown cold,
With nothing left to hold,
I need someone to talk to.

Beneath reflections a decaying log with dead leaves
Whose color the bog bereaves.
I'm stuck in a world of wintry dead,
A shivering stillness inside my head,
And cries you once consoled, no one else perceives.

These photos and poem are a few years old, but I am posting them today in memory of my husband. Today is the anniversary of his death.