This Sky Shan’t Inherit any Stars Tonight

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Abstract, Black and White, Dark, Film, Ingmar Bergman, Lights, Neon, Night Photography, Noir, Photography, Quotes, Red, Thoughts

“You know, I’d almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.”
– From the film “Get Carter”

“See the smoke trembling under the roof as if with fright? Yet when it gets out in the air, it has the whole sky to swirl about in. But it doesn’t know that, so it huddles and trembles in the soot under the roof. It’s the same with people. They quiver like a leaf in the storm, afraid of what they know and what they don’t know.”
– From the film “The Virgin Spring” (“Jungfrukällan”)

A Shrewd Grief

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Abstract, Art, Black and White, Digital, Drawing, Experimental, Grief, Ink, Introspection, Nature, Night, Photography, Poetry, Rain, Thoughts

  Barbed malevolence

A shrewd and blunt Grief

That his somber Absence

Should foster such Relief

Bruised Waters

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Black and White, Florida, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Reflection, Thoughts, Water

In the miry garden
Solemn somnolence
Effulgent

In greasy moonlight
The morning sky
A bruised lavender

The doleful waters
A tempting grave

Thoughts Tumbling

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Beach, Birds, Florida, Monochrome, Nature, Ocean, Palm Tree, Photography, Poetry, Sand, Satellite Beach, Sea, Sea Birds, Seagulls, Surf, Terns, Thoughts, Wave, Wave Photography, Winter Sea

Squinting sour

Shards of shell

In cherry light-

Sober morning

Tumbling like

Wintry waves

Of coy jade-

Disfigured thoughts

“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”

―Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

The Taste of Dying December

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Abstract Photography, Black and White, Brevard County, Cocoa Beach, Decay, Droplets, Florida, Monochrome, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Prose, Sea, Surf, Surfer, Thoughts, Wandering, Water, Writing

Ashy taste of mildewed Wind, heady and warm, off brush-metal waves- sticking to thoughts– it cursitates, Neurons itching, tickled by the bleary chiming of a Rain-Pattered Sea.

The chink-metal ocean tastes of sodden rust, spume sputtering about the shoulders- these eyes– a lunging Black, as dark as wetsuit skin.

Lambent gaze scrapes the clouds; dark spindly form punctures the sky- fiberglass toes- white and sharp, like bone- and the sound of water drips like snow.

Comes the deluge, the swimming grey swarm of oblivion, drowning in a surge of metal- the colour of December’s somber death- the scent of it tingles in curled and gnarly fingers, burrowing in sand.

The balmy breath of it dissolves and settles upon these meandering splinters of thought that scuttle into the fizzy-green brine and are stolen by the evening tide, stifled by the sweeping sounds of the Seagull’s Drawl and the strumming song of a Rain-Pattered Sea.

Drown in Sinuous Streams

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Autumn, Black and White, Brooding, Hiking, Introspection, Melancholy, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Rain, Thoughts, Water, Woods

Dull eyes, like nail-heads

Drown in sinuous streams

Dusk in November

Dappled green slug skin

Raspy leaves tangled in wind

Accordion cravings

Smell of foggy woods

Staggering in solitude

Cold heavens asperge

Wood-fire tango

Tendrils of rain punch the flames-

Broodings, vespertine

Craggy Gutter

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Black and White, Decay, Drear, Fall, Gutter, Leaves, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Thoughts

Dull dysthymia
Lurches in dawn
Hearing wind chimes
And conscience gone

Pneuma, a ragged reflection,
Stolid, bold as the barren kern
That stumbles into scathing sea
These eyes of limestone, wrathful burn

It is captured, then bleeds detached-
Down-trodden, the Lone Leaf that flits
In the cool wind’s mist, a grey wheeze
Vomits barnacles, writhes and spits

Reticent It swims in pools of rain
Gathered in the craggy gutter
Lil’ yellow leaf swirling alone
Decays there with doleful flutter

Such is a Soul
Dead cries implore
Mute, say one thing
And nothing more

Coquetry of Wandering

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Black and White, Nature, Pensive, Photography, Plants, Quotes, Thoughts, Woods

“I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.”
―Hermann Hesse

“Even in warmest
glow
how cold my shadow”
―Kobayashi Issa

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”
―George R.R. Martin

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
―Vincent van Gogh

Dusk and Rain…

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Bike, Bird, Black and White, Boca Raton, Dreary, Droplets, Florida, Gustave Flaubert, Jack Kerouac, Juno Beach, Matsuo Basho, Meandering, Nature, Photography, Quotes, Rain, Scott Nicholson, Sea, Thoughts

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
―Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“this autumn
why am I aging so?
to the clouds a bird”
―Matsuo Basho

“The rain fell like dead bullets.”
―Scott Nicholson

“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”
―Gustave Flaubert

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”