September Broodings

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Black and White, Dreary, Leaves, Light and Shadow, Musing, Nature, Nature Photography, Nikon, Photography, Quotes, Spider, Tennessee Williams, Thoughts

“(She slowly twists the ring off her finger. Somewhere there is a cry of anguish. She listens attentively till it fades out, then nods with understanding.)

“―Wild things leave skins behind them, they leave clean skins and teeth and white bones behind them, and these are tokens passed from one to another, so that the fugitive kind can always follow their kind…”
―Tennessee Williams, “Orpheus Descending”“I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.”
―Tennessee Williams, “Sweet Bird of Youth”“We’re all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
―Tennessee Williams

“And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.”
―Tennessee Williams, “A Streetcar Named Desire”

Illachrymable

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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Light and Shadow, Nature, Palms, Photography, Poetry, Scrub, Stark, Words

Once proficient

Neurons scatter

Lenocinant

Eyes of blood-marble

Evening’s spired shadows inceding-

Illachrymable

(Wee poem about my Brother, for, when his mum died, he could not cry and show his grief- illachrymable)

Iodine Sun (The Last Geo-Engineer)

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Black and White, Dark, Drear, Fall, Gossamer, Light and Shadow, Nature, Photograph, Prose, Stark, Sunlight, Web, Woods

Iodine sun seeps through the gauze of sulfuric cloud, atmosphere smothered as sunset swims on still pools of flaming auburn. Dead leaves swirl at the surface. Staggering, spilling, fisticuffing with the twisting branches that grasp and clutch, I toss into the prickly, stinging copse of thorns and splinters. There, at last, I find stillness, inhaling the heady scent of decay, visage buried in debris, listening to the writhing of beetles and centipedes beneath.

As a species decants into the Night, there may linger a faded imprint, but Nature utilizes and swiftly forgets her creatures lost- she knows no mourning as a comet smears the evening sky, unseen, and a last breath escapes with a silent wheeze.