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.
Kingman Wash in Arizona. Iphone snap
Crystal jewel amid desert rigidity,
Exposed in willing transparency.
Deep tonal blue your reflective canopy,
Your icy December embrace still entices me.
My fingers playfully seek
Expectant through chilled caress,
I feel the settled stones,
You and time have smoothed diligently.
And respectfully I acknowledge,
You haven’t always known such serenity.
Rugged unpolished rocks,
Droughts and waters raging.
Yet I know and remember when trials oppress,
Serenity IS, and when absent, will again be…
January 1, 2015
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “If I Were (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.
If I were an enchanted camera
Passed between photographer’s hands
Teleported through space by passion
To beautiful and exotic lands
I’d be an immortalizer of moments
Sharing my secrets with existence
With dreamers and bucket-list hopefuls
Encouraging action and persistence
I’d help reveal God’s perfection in nature
Open eyes to sufferings and needed change
Evoke the emotional spectrum
Uniting people who are normally estranged
I would dawn inspiration which inspires
Poems, and paintings, and songs
Which extend to future generations
When I am long gone
To stand atop a mountain, serene
Vast landscape touched by a setting sun
To rest next to a powerful waterfall
Or quietly witness a lioness and her cubs
A perspective of one, shared with many
Gifts to those who won’t observe
Connecting a universe by magical clicks
If I were an enchanted camera, I’d happily serve…
Happy are lovers of life.
They bounce on the ceilings at night.
They smile at the sun.
They eat yellow plums.
And dance to firefly light.
A crinkled forehead
Not from squinting at bright sun
But from life instead
Just outside her window,
A sheet of glass away.
She sees past the familiar,
Through unrelenting drops of rain.
Life in graceful color,
Wings she wishes she knew.
To fly her from the four wall perimeter,
Which has dominated her view.