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.
The warm outstretched tendrils,
Arrayed to adorn.
Drawing the soul ever forward,
Promising safety and warmth.
Illumination for life’s paths,
Piercing the darkness with authority.
Captivating in its effortless genius,
God’s awesome “Let there Be”…
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Photographs have a voice;
Some speak only in whispers.
Some talk in riddles and mazes,
Twisting words with playful vigor.
Some caress the heart and mind,
With the smoothness of their beauty.
Emitting light and emotion,
For beholders to feel and see.
Others torment and horrify,
Encouraging intrigue, or repulsive rejection.
Impacting change or promoting darkness,
Mankind’s shared evil reflections.
They are living, breathing, halted time,
Moments captured and then released.
Singular in nature, paused forever,
Yet to them, they are eternity.
Their messages are remarkable,
Ever changing, through varied interpretations.
Immortal once unleashed and absorbed,
Painting permanence upon human imagination.
Light’s glow, electric
Alive with silent passion.
Protecting your light
To share with a hurting world
Breathes life into hope
Darkness, your puppeteer,
Dominating the gray.
Drifting far from your light,
Yet still connected to the day.
Captured in lusts’ web,
Every sense heightened with anticipation,
The same web which binds you,
Connects the pieces of your whole.
When the sun penetrates the shrouded barrier,
Which part of you wins the war?
Soul in peril,
Running from safety.
Into the tangible arms of temptation,
Painting unbridled passion ornately.
Perhaps enough rain will fall,
To wash you free from the snare.
Before you’re enveloped by silken threads,
And digested by the dark affair…