I take photographs. I write poetry. Here’s some poetry and photography, in equal measures. Cheers Steve 🙂 Heart Tree. A poem. Light shines through the trees above Forming a shape, too like my heart Coloured by light and silhouette Reflecting … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Heart Tree
Entrenched within Mud to knees No flight from here A no man’s land Of blithe confusion And emptiness Entrenched within This sharp regret Like a bayonet Some veiled remorse And back and forth In the wasteland Entrenched within Over the … Continue reading Entrenched. A poem.
I take photographs. I write poetry. Poetry and photography, as seen above and below, exchanging views and subtle growth. Cheers Steve 🙂 Swing I swing into summer The water chilled to perfection Melting an icy veneer That once suited this exterior And so I swing A subtle pendulum Expectantly delivered Into your watery embrace For more Upstart Photographer, click here. Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Swing
My arms like tree limbs, gnarled and objectified. Here in the last remaining light, reaching for an unreachable sign by the side of a road, long and bitterly loathed. My feet encased in clay, entrenched along with attitudes I left … Continue reading Well Spent. A poem.
Your corruption has taken me Down and done, blistered and foul Every stream, more pain to cross Until this bitter pill has done its Sour and murky job And set this soul to rights So I can ride again But … Continue reading Corruption. A poem.
Tar, congealing in your veins, sheltering your heartbeat in its quicksilver repose. Aortic mysteries, dissected atriums and ventricles at ease and at odds, pulling and pushing through luxurious days and overheated nights. What will it take to quicken your lackadaisical … Continue reading Pulse. A poem.
The cycle is constant Together, alone I long for the instant Until I’m finally home I endure and I crave The simplest life Where my soul is saved By my family and wife But the cycle is constant Together, alone … Continue reading The Cycle. A poem.
Wallflower unfurls Petals reach towards the sun Longing for its touch For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here … Continue reading Wallflower. A haiku.
Timed and untimed, A chaos of raindrops Upon a sleepy roof Filling gutters and trailing Spume in snail trails That wind their way Drinking toasts to those Whose evaporation From the scene Left such a hole In awkward conversation. The … Continue reading Binge. A poem.
Damn fool Believing you’re good enough Damn fool For thinking you got it made Damn fool For believing in life and love Damn fool Taking belief to your grave Damn fool I still believe in you Damn fool Maybe you … Continue reading Damn Fool. A poem.
Pale droplets cascade Down gray-faced facades Of dimpled iron will Collecting the residue Of dusty acrimony Along their chaotic Weatherbeaten paths. Pools of mercury Dance in the afterglow Rising and falling To the somber occasion And recalling times And memories … Continue reading Rainfall. A poem.
Today: All at once, there’s no one there, the dark, an isolation tank. The world outside faded away, a post-apocalyptic prank. Tomorrow: The light here that lingers on, electric in the morning dew. This joyous, often mellow song that shows … Continue reading Today/Tomorrow. A poem.
I reach the zenith And immediately fall Too much gravity For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to … Continue reading Zenith. A haiku.
The manual transmission sticks at times, a reminder that we need a service and I need to find a new place for my engine to unwind. There was a time when things were simpler, when you could change the sparks … Continue reading Time to drive. a poem.
Mister curious Digging up questions And quotients And seeking answers Undivided, yet multiplied How curious Can one man be In a world where Everything Is laid out plain to see? Keep digging For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Curious. A poem.
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