We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
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Of Your Time
Which is better of a tree? Which is better use of me?
To speak of its presence? Saying, “How strong its solemness, standing tall, withstanding all?” Asking you to close your eyes and opine on how it could be that such a tree only sometimes sways and creaks, whilst all creatures around it move about, busily in elsewhere mode?
Or shall I show this photograph…evidencing all my skill? See here my theft of light, my manipulation of mirrors? All the while holding my breath, knowing all I’d offer you was a lie to your eye, an insult to its blessed, innate sense of depth, of dimension?
Walk we instead, up to this friend and touch, even taste its barked bend? It won’t mind! Trace your finger to its roots-there’s solemnity! Follow, follow upward eyes, leaves dancing in the wind. Shading, singing as a friend?
a funny feeling: A Haiku
You in the spotlight
You’re there for a high purpose
Somebody loves you
Cymbals & Sines
Something ceremonial
Should there be
Some semblance
Of solidarity
Twofold testimony
To these times
If entrusting
These lives
That saturday: A Haiku
They’ll photograph us
Just This Once here in the vast
Where old stars are born
“…like looking through treasure.”
The book of you
Is long since written
Dreamily illustrated
Published
Perched on the shelves
And of the lists?
Waiting
To be found
By posterity
The brightest eyes
Will smile and say
You are
Like looking through treasure
Post
Put wordless before me a photograph
Only
If it tastes of all you hope I’ll receive
Then will my skin feel the blanket surround
Finally
The sound of your shore can make glad these ears
Though the flash of your most honest scene blinds me
I’m left kissed by the scent of altitude
widening hollow
Photographs and conversations
The primary goal
Then all they would lead to as well
Upon looking right
There was nothing there
And ahead, just the back of a frame
How long can one breathe in
The dust from the haste
The despair from being left in it
In Pictures
Say something
That doesn’t belong
Put prose
Where no one expects a scandal
Wield words
We’ll all sign our name to
Once overcome
We’ll wish to convert
This Haiku: Hello Here
In a photograph
Is where you should find yourself
While my shutter smiles
Gonzo the Softshell Turtle; Urban Ecology Center -Menomonee Valley; Milwaukee, WI
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