Some more photos from my ongoing amateur photographic journey. These ones are many months old. About time they saw the light in some unfiltered, unaffected glory. Or some semblance of glory, anyway.
I’ve written some short poems to accompany them. I don’t know why; probably to make this post seem less boring.
Church. A poem.
Towering, cascading walls and spires.
Dreams of saints and gorgons
all in one.
Fort. A poem.
You stand alone, forlorn,
neglected by time and tide.
Once you surveyed
the ocean with needy eyes,
lost in paranoid bliss.
Today, you mourn your loss
amongst rust, cracks and loneliness.
View. A poem.
The view from here, looking up and down:
shades of today and yesterday,
visions of sun dresses and flowered hair,
offset by cell phone and emoji conversation.
The wind brings glad tidings
and I whisper thanks in return.
Windows. A poem.
Just outside, a better world?
Perhaps the glass has
skewed your vision
enough to imagine roses.
Until next time,
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