Morning Spider
31 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted Photography, Poetry
in31 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted Photography, Poetry
in25 Thursday Jul 2013
Posted Experimental, Introspection, Photography, Poetry
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Black and White, Dreary, Garden, Morning, Nature, Personal, Photography, Poetry, Rain
Of Arduous Grey,
These
Bleary mornings-
Creature caged
Beast
With gentle eyes-
This is Love
Childlike
Hugging rabbits
Sautéing onions
And black beans
Then
Weeping
Alive
With the brilliance
Of Rain
Plumes of acrid smoke
Swirling in Dawn
This Life-
One long, laborious
Over-dose
21 Monday Jan 2013
Posted Photography, Poetry
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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Flower, Loss, Morning, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Words, Yearning
The sweeping of Wings
Into candent Dawn
Welkin of turbid yellow
Punched with feathered fists of cloud-
Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts
Sorbile gems gleam in garland light
Kicked by creaking shoes-
Black starlings scatter
Beyond- a school bell’s keening
Slathered in mid-morning sun
Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn
Drenched in its memory
Eyes red with exhaust
Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms
Barbed thoughts pulsating-
Desiderium
17 Monday Sep 2012
Posted Introspection, Photography, Sea, Stories
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Atlantic Coast, Brine, Dawn, East Coast, Euphoria, Florida, Life, Morning, Nature, Ocean, Passion, Photography, Sea, Shark, Story, Sunrise, Surf, Surf Photography
Entranced by the dawn, Briny Lass slithered into the seethe, black and glinting like a seal, with a flash of lemon flipper. The waves were building. Energy flowed through the brine. She pummeled through the mint-green swell, on the hunt for sharks as they began their early-morn feed. When she felt a rush of lissome bodies sliding all around her, and spotted an eager pelican sweeping above with glazed blue eye keen on a meal below- she knew she had found the perfect place to loom and wait for a breach.
Two hours rolled by, the waters frilling with life, each back-lit wave brimming with the dark silhouettes of fleeing fish, but still no breach. Lone Surfer paddled happily past her, encased in contented oblivion. Some wave sets passed, and then, as the Old Salty Lass clambered up the glassy visage of a vast wave, there came a great roar shattering the din of the sea, just beyond. Exuberantly, she clawed to the top and was greeted by a sight of majestic splendor. Before her a great geyser of what seemed to be thousands of fish rocketed into the air, desperately trying to flee the ocean and take wing, to escape the death of the great gleaming maw of the most immense and powerful Shark the Briny Lass had ever met. He twisted toward the sweeping heavens, dancing on the wind, pirouetting like a ballerina, amidst the fountain of fleeing prey. There was a great crash like the sound of an orca’s body colliding with the surface of the sea as the creature plummeted back into the depths.
At this point, lone Surfer’s smiling oblivion was destroyed, as he found himself right in the midst of this fantastic marine saga. He proceeded to rapidly paddle toward shore, turning to say to the Lass of Brine as he swept by, “Did you see that big shark?!”
“Oh yes,” she grinningly replied with squeals of joy, rapidly finning toward Shark, “Absolutely stunning! Just what I came out here for!”
And so the humans parted. It was not much longer before the barnacled old Briny Lass, too, was bound to recede back into the terrestrial life, as her three-hour session was coming to its end. Even as she made her way back, shuffled through the sands, and began beetling toward her old, wind-lashed, salt-encased, craggy, weathered abode by the sea, the vitative rush of euphoria still surged through her being, and she knew upon the dawn of the morrow, she and Shark would be compelled to meet again.
Ebullient cheers,
Autumn Jade
01 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted Photography, Poetry
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Black and White, Dawn, Dew, Florida, Morning, Photography, Poetry, Web