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A Brittle Wind…

15 Monday Jan 2018

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Poetry

≈ 26 Comments

Tags

Nature, Photography, Poetry, Trees, Woods

Little Forest Fingers

Burring through scaly leaves

Along the deer-stamped path

A Brittle Wind begins

The Lichen-Bearded ManAs cobalt moonbeams

Paw through knots

Of cowering trees

The Anguish of a Dangling LeafThe wind wends

Through strange limbs

And mutilated hands-

To Fondle the Woods

Whimpering

Spinal Tap the Woods

As it fondles the woods

Craggy Fool

19 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

≈ 32 Comments

Tags

Abstract, Black and White, Gloom, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sea, Storm


A hairnet of pink lightning
Flames across glum skies
Shadows saunter, charcoaling
The Sea’s velvet skin


October wind coos
Across ruffled iron peaks
The Brine percolates
Each heaving sigh beckoning

Where the Seashells Go Galloping
Violently out of place
Craggy Fool remains
Askew at the tide-line
Like a lazy sketch

Sea Wheeze
His bulged back still aches
From last night’s dune-pillowed sleep
Nascent rain oozing
Down the minefield of his face

Tender Little Sea-Monster
A lifetime of anomie
Stings in his shoulders
His nails chew through leather palms
His eyes cloud with Storm


He envies the clams
Where dungeons feel like Home
And little mole crabs
Soothed by every ruthless blow

Hairy Waves and Feathered Thoughts
Silent moments
Rarely come
Through the ocean thrum


From cinder plumes
Scavengers plunge
Ranting, brash and loud

Where the Ocean Embalms
Tearing out his thoughts, like guts
Twirling filipendulous

Spotted Only with a Magnifying Glass

04 Saturday Mar 2017

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Poetry

≈ 26 Comments

Tags

Abstract, Experimental, Nature, Photography, Poetry

onlyseenwithamagnifyingglass She is spotted only
with a magnifying glass,
an animalcule
with limescaled wings
And a dusky face.

migrainemosaics
Clinging to
a breathing blade
of dancing
chloroplasts,
she sees
the fractals flash
in a fury of green-
the mosaics of her
shieling sea.

fingersofprairiewind
The dawn scatters
in a migraine of hues,
the aurific daal’mist
sibilant around this
unseen and muted thing.

fractalsflash
Waiting to be flicked
by a snapping finger
of prairie wind,
she watches the world,
as listless as a carcass,
through a cage
of tangled light
and vying stems.

Every Crushing Step

26 Wednesday Oct 2016

Posted by smilingtoad in Introspection, Photography, Poetry

≈ 36 Comments

Tags

Black and White, Fall, Floral, Florida, Hope, Introspection, Nature, Photography, Poetry

flowerb-0559A humble path,
furry with
emerald moss
and splashed
in blue shadow.

A shiny-backed beetle
suns himself
on a cold
molar-sized stone,
then shuffles off
into a copper sea
of leaves.

flowerc-0317So many
roving feet
traverse here.

A horse gallops by
bold and solid
his chestnut sides
heaving.
He is followed
by the stab
of deer hooves
swift in flight.

leavesb-0243Now comes
my own restive shoe
hole-pocked
and pebble-filled
to bumble through.

Yet there you grow
tiny purple bloom
as if every crushing step
will always miss you.flowerc-1104

Sometimes, Silence is Reckless…

01 Tuesday Mar 2016

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Introspection, Video

≈ 70 Comments

Tags

Addiction, Black and White, Depression, Experimental, Florida, GIF, Grief, Introspection, Nature, Poetry, Prose, Video, Writing

(Some experimental refractions.  Thank you for drizzling by.)

MentalErosionThe clattering waves. The intractable sky. Mute again, with gloomy grey eyes. A bit of bone cuts into my thumb. A touch of wind whispers through decaying feathers. I do not remember the last thing I felt before the embalming.

AbandoningSometimes, Silence is reckless.

PurgatoryMy mind is fossilized. As lively as the oldest stone. I lean back on the retracting cushion of Entropy, and gaze blankly toward the heavens. How dazzling is this thatch of scattering sparrows; how enchanting their dance of dewdrop shadows.

RelapseThorny bliss is this mindlessness, oblique amongst the dried thistle and snapping bramble. I can vaguely hear it, somewhere wrapped in gauze; a little Life fizzing at the bottom of the quiet stream, beyond.

Like a mosquito, I insert a needle into it, now and then.

RecklessSilenceIt is easy to forget the threat of a wave’s smooth caress, that its languorous massage of oblivion is still a form of erosion.

Breathing2When I was a child, my favourite thing to draw was a noose.

TheMomentBeforetheFalterHe rang the other night. I could hear that his lips were cracked and bleeding. He wept and begged forgiveness, but I had never felt slighted to begin with. Yet, my response was blank-eyed silence. There was only the sound of the restive wind moaning through the eaves to answer for me.

PugnatiousSkiesHow stealthy a foe is this stifling captor; like a cashmere cloud, its downy coolness yawned over me. Its strangeness seemed safe, nestled inside its gossamer embrace, bound in a world without senses or thought. I am far too gone to feel alarm, now.

TheBreathofEntropySometimes, love is just impotent rage that is a little too tired to bear its bulbous face.

TenacityofGriefWhat an obdurate knot Shame so deftly creates, twisting away, as the years smoothly slip by, pressure mounting against my spine.

FlyingonaFeversBackRegaining a pulse requires resurfacing. To drag the bloated body from the turgid depths. To pry open its chalky eyes, exposing them to the bone light of the wild ocean sky, above. To kiss its mucid, slimy visage and blow through its cold stringy-white lips.

DejectionTo let the cherry rivulets of pus and water drain from the self-inflicted punctures.

HoldingOnI do not know if I will dry out, chafe these wrists, and feel again. I despise the sound of my own voice, the rattle and scrape of my defunct brain and the trepid rasp of my rusty breath.

LayDowntoCompostSometimes, though, Silence can be much deadlier than the noose.

Ocean Static Fills My Ears…

07 Friday Aug 2015

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Poetry, Sea

≈ 86 Comments

Tags

Abstract, Beach, Black and White, Florida, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sea, Water

ShellBW-8394-BIISibilant words
Lumber off the sea

Water-BW-9609-BOcean static
Fills my ears

Beach-BW-8116-BThe dunes shrug
Cicadas throbbing

Water-BW-9904-BThe scent of distant rain
Hanging in a hammock
Of gauzy wind

Shell-BW-9846-BFingers probe
Like crab claws
In cold-packed sand

Water-BW-9565-BAs I listen
To the conversation
Of the waves beyond

“Youth is Happy Because…”

08 Monday Jun 2015

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry, Quotations

≈ 46 Comments

Tags

Black and White, Caterpillar, Florida, Life, Nature, Nature Photography, Photography, Poetry, Quotes, Swamp Moth Caterpillar, Youth

Exuberance of YouthWhere raindrop shadows spill

Anguished CaterpillarOn a bed of rusting leaves-
5-21-15 CaterpillarColour-5656BA Caterpillar sleeps

EscapeeWith lemon dreams

Stark She Descends“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
– Franz Kafka

Upon a Bed of Sugared Sands

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Sea, Video

≈ 49 Comments

Tags

Black and White, Death, Florida, Nature, Ocean, Pelican, Photography, Poetry, Sad, Sea, Seashells, Video

Infinity's HalfRamble on the shore
Trundling through icy sea-lace
Churlish waves hissing

Breath of BrineGrey ocean mutters
Skimmers rise in a black plume
Through a scrape of rain

Porcellous ThoughtsA severed wing rests
On a bed of sugared sands-
Moon mounts the dunes

Tired Sky of a December Storm

02 Tuesday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

≈ 26 Comments

Tags

Birds, Black and White, Florida, Hiking, Mouse, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Storm, Tree

The Walk00Wrinkle of pink sun
Furrowed in a tired sky-
Spider web shudders

NailingA prickly-pear claw
Pecking at the bone-white path-
A marsh mouse crossing

NailingTangled branches crack-
Black fury of starlings soar
The December storm

Words Like Coins Jangling in a Jar

14 Sunday Sep 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry, Stories

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

Black and White, Change, Florida, Freedom, Humanity, Melancholy, Orlando, Photography, Poetry, Prison, Rain, Walking

ForgetHis meaning was

sharp and swallowed,

with words like coins

jangling in a jar.

Free for Nine Days“I’ve been out for nine days…”

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