Alone I sit,
I count the time
passing things,
never sublime.
Seconds pass,
minutes crawl
hours move,
shadows on the wall
part of the scene,
am I now
sitting beneath
the leafy bough
warmth of sun,
breeze so cool
keep away,
deathly ghoul
strength be mine,
time to rise,
home I ride
‘neath darkening skies.
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Wow Mike, you truly have an artist’s soul don’t you? You are a lyricist and a photographer. Of your blog posts thus far this is my favourite.
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Loving it:)
Great work. I see you still have the flair for/with words. Took me back to the year you entered that competition and won. Still trying to remember it all. How often have you tried to write a poem to go with your pictures? How about getting into the greeting card business?
nice words and nice capture Mike,
🙂 thanks. sometimes these things just come together nicely 🙂
Thoughtful work. Your perceptiveness and gentleness are a balm to encounter.
Thank you. some scenes evoke more than others. Thanks for stopping by.