Sunday Solitude- Following the Water

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Black and White, Fountain, Kings of Convenience, Music, Photography, Quote, Rust, Squirrel, Urban, Water

Lovely song for some Sunday solitude- “Cayman Islands” by Kings of Convenience
“There are very many places I would like to go, but I can’t find the key to open my door”
– Kings of Convenience, “The Weight of My Words” album “Quiet is the New Loud”
“Through the alleyways
To cool off in the shadows
Then into the street
Following the water
There’s a bearded man
Paddling in his canoe
Looks as if he has
Come all the way from
The Cayman Islands”
– Kings of Convenience, “Cayman Islands” album “Riot on an Empty Street”

Pastel Sadness

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Black and White, Experimental, Florida, Grain, Grief, Melancholy, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sadness, Sea, Sunset, Twilight

In a fatal blue fugue,
she bruises
the edge of an hour.

She swallows the
Evening’s clear cries
of dark-dipping gulls

flung across the sunken wound
of Sunset.

Her brash toes dissolve through
the wrinkly-white
sibilance of quiet Tide;

her cloudy dress of Pastel Sadness
dragging carelessly behind.

A summer child is Twilight,
as overhead, Night begins to swim.

And in a rasp of
Rain-stung wind
she mutters something soft
and inarticulate
as she kicks away
the last cherry shadows
of an old rusty day.

Glorious Florida Storms

A lovely conveyance of the beautiful burst of summer monsoon storm, here, in Florida- By SirFelion. Thanks for reading, cheers!

to sire with love

Rumble goes the airy Sky. So quickly shifting from dazzle to darkness.

Multicolored hued clouds, some angry some light.

Jagged forks of brilliant light snake around the boiling puffs.

Curtains of raindrops shimmer in the distance, slowly dropping,

Like a bizarre mighty waterfall. Soon upon me with instant drenching power.

Then light bursts out; the clouds scudding away.

All dewy and dripping and cheerily clean.

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Into Bloodless Blooms

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Colour, Dark, Floral, Florida, Nature, Nikon, Photography, Poetry

A splinter of sun

Bores deep into

A clustered column

Of bloodless blooms

Like a spinal tap

The Urging Wind

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Abstract, Black and White, Florida, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts

The urging wind

After a young

Pelting rain

Could not move me

The ludic tunes

Of the birds above

Could not resurrect

My once-kind nature

I cowered there

In my fetal stance

Mucid in the mire

Incessantly

Harassed

By the urging wind

That stumbled through

My hollowed mind

In a soft and somber

Silence

The Harbour

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Beauty, Black and White, Boats, Experimental, Florida, Harbour, Moment, Nature, Peace, Pensive, Photography, Sadness, Sea, Story, Sunset, Thoughts, Writing

The harbour lay bare and waiting. I strayed from the Sun, looming in the underbrush, gazing out at bony masts and old tattered umbrellas, dangling in the languid breeze. The wind turbines purred softly as towers of crisp white cloud dripped into dark sinuous waters. A blue darner hummed beside my ear, my mind strewn with white petals, my eyes reflecting mischief. I waited there, hidden, beside the chafing dock, and watched as boats groaned in and out, as the dolphins played and the clouds grew dark and bruised in the distance.

And at last I crawled out, and was overtaken by a Sea-Faring-Man. He gazed at me with soft, sagging eyes of crackling blue, shimmering through a russet, canyon face. And then he stepped into his lopsided vessel and slowly glided away without a word, sunlight pounding into his white-cotton back. And as I watched him, snaking reflections dancing along the rim of consciousness, I perceived something all too familiar in that depth of grief, that lesion of sadness, that seems to ever-dwell in Beauty…

 

Purpose…

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Black and White, Digital Art, Floral, Florida, Flower, Nature, Photography, Quote, Sunrise

“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.”
― Pablo Picasso

Through Spired Shade

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Abstract, Anole, Florida, Glass, Lizard, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Sunset

 

There, a glint

Through spired shade

Emerging

A winsome eye

Bright and unafraid

Between ridges

Of vicious spines

In a slim curtain

Of lemon light

Sunset festering

Exhausted day

Beginning to fade

In his aurulent

Lizard gaze