Collaboration: Pavement and Paint

Today I’m collaborating with a wonderful photographer from Ireland: Meticulous Mick. He sent this image along with the challenge of putting words to it. The photo is filled with so much feeling that I’m not sure I can do it justice but here are a few thoughts that came from staring at it:

plodding pounding
searching
for something
other than
pavement
and paint

there are doors
that could lead
away
but they are always
closed
so I keep
plodding pounding
searching

I don’t even try
to open the doors
anymore
nothing can lead me away
nothing
but my own mind

For more Ireland scenes and photos filled with feeling, visit Meticulous Mick. If you’d like to collaborate with him, visit his collaborations page.

What does this photo make you think of?

Pumpkin Potential

My Wednesday posting day just happened to fall on the day before Halloween. So to continue with this theme and in case you missed it the first time around, here’s a Halloween poem. Yes, I’m obsessed and I really don’t want to have to change out of this witch costume. Happy Halloween!

pumpkins glow as sundrops
waiting for a face
to be placed
forever upon their skin
will it be a crooked grin
or howling mouth
with eyes wide open
to look at the world
with pointed teeth bared
or a permanent smile
which will glow more
which will show more
of the candle within

Snapthought: Frozen

we crunch on through a world
encased in glass
crackling footsteps feel the fragility
while whispers fall soft
as snow on numb ears
watch as glittering thoughts collect
pile up and drift
with the best intentions
they weigh us down
as we stand frozen
and wait for the melt
to begin

Snapthought: Tree Bones

they say your arms are bare
that you’ve been stripped
down to the bone

your art is abstract
writing hieroglyphics
in a language all your own

but within your grasp
the seeds of a new life
are waiting to bloom

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Snapthought: Fall Leaves

the tree of many colors
sings a spectrum of songs
inviting us to dance
beneath its whispers
and flickering shades
as heated yellow moments
breeze through lives
sparking bright thoughts
of days gone by
climbing memories
into the sky

Snapthought: Pumpkins

pumpkins glow as sundrops
waiting for a face
to be placed
forever upon their skin
will it be a crooked grin
or howling mouth
with eyes wide open
to look at the world
with pointed teeth bared
or a permanent smile
which will glow more
which will show more
of the candle within

Snapthought: Autumn Marsh

your gold rattles
for all to see
sunshine in the wind
stirring burnished colors
with the faintest whispers
you are discovery
to any explorer
you are a reason
to sit and smile

Snapthought: Thunderstorm

a grumbling can be felt
in the calm before the storm
a stirring of energy
a mixture of cold and warm

in a flash it is upon us
we feel it in our hearts
the booming crashing power
when everything turns dark

a crackling bruised sky
opens shatters falls
soaking earth with life
refreshing us all

Snapthought: Sand

how long does it take
to create
something like sand
each tiny piece
sparkling with life
and illusion
each piece
part of a larger whole
constantly sculpting
and recreating itself

Snapthought: Land’s End

we walked to land’s end
stood and looked
over the edge
Magellan never found
expecting to see dragons
to drive us back
to safer ground
instead we saw
everything
and nothing
but ourselves

Snapthought: Clouds

my head is in the clouds
my spirit soars
free from ground
bouncing in between
everything

but clouds can’t be grasped
they can’t be held
they are only there
to bounce on
elusive goals
spreading and thinning
dissolving into sky

Secret Garden

a secret garden hidden
buds hold tight within themselves
through winter days and nights
explodes with sudden laughter
in puffs of white delight
and with a lingering chuckle
petaled memories fly
free of clinging branches
into the brightening sky

“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Anais Nin

“Earth laughs in flowers.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Snapthought: Flower Puddles

flowers puddle under trees
forming waves with a breeze
inviting passersby to swim
through velvet petals on a whim
or to simply stop and dip their toes in