I remember first witnessing your beauty,
Like stained glass crafted by God’s hands.
Colors selected with a keen eye.
Division with such precision and command.
Iridescent angelic highlights,
Setting you apart from the rest.
Eyes a piercing crimson,
Mahogany speckled breast.
Paintbrush strokes of black and white,
You returned a glance at me.
Wood duck, Axi sponsa…”water betrothed”
Dressed for a wedding are we?
It’s raining in the sky,
No hopes of touching ground.
Virga in the valley,
Sight without sound.
Beautiful, mysterious darkness,
A mass collection of gray.
Is there a longing to to connect,
Or a desire to stay away?
Virga in the valley,
I see beginning, and I see end.
It’s raining in the sky ,
Strands of water, limited.
Photo Title: Live Mirror
Activated by the tears of momentary regret and hopelessness.
Spaces between are the clarity of needed renewal,
and the brilliant light of optimistic potential.
My crashing life held in tact by both the real and illusory branches of the shedding trees.
There is motion.
I am part of this moving ecosystem.
The rhythmic echoes sustain me.
The live mirror is life.
I am alive.
And I will move forward.
The Obvious and The Hidden is one of my favorite blogs to follow. The titles that are applied to his amazing photography are perfection! I was searching through the history, since it’s been a good while that I’ve been on wordpress, and I went to May 10th- my sobriety date (2014). Note: this photo may be found in 2015. I was moved to remember that day and combine it with the success of today when writing this piece- a little over 17 months clean/sober and feeling great! I kind of dropped off wordpress at that time. Which is crazy!!! My, how time flies!! I was soooo active before. Miss all you guys. Trying to jump back in. Peace to you all.
Lake Mead, NV
Through the glass,
My paddle passes.
Breaking gently into tiny pieces,
Rapidly repairing placidity.
Awkwardly rhythmic row after another,
Propels me toward my destination of non-specificity.
The depth of the water below varies,
As time and distance pass.
And my fear is directly correlated with that depth,
Yet the fear is thrilling…
The heat of the sun,
The wayward frigid splashing from my paddle,
Balance my experience beautifully.
October kayak in Nevada, upon Lake Mead.
With mountains cradling crisp clear waters,
Sets my spirit free…
My collection. Nelson, NV