A lunar pull apart.
Born of self-same shelf.
Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,
Ye Leatherneck Drivers!
One, young living coral.
Another, ancient decayed pluff.
May you tender the shelf.
Let your lines be straight.
Above the orb on reef and marsh
Life and death flow in sync.
Photographer: Tanya Ackerman
4/3/2017 “Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.” – Friedrich Nietzsche Photographer Unknown
via Silent — Eyes + Words
“His Glory Fills the Skies”
“At Ease” artist: Pete Prezkop
Today is still dark outside my window.
A promise of sweeping chill.
My mind and senses groan for the coming of it like the bee to the flower.
Come, Fall in all your glory!
Come with your cleansing wind!
Brush away the stickiness in my head.
The old stuffy clamminess, heat, and stuff of piled up
summer dog-days weighing me down.
Brush through my hair, my brain and soul.
Let me sprout a pair of wings perhaps, that I could dance on your breeze!
Or set me free upon the air in a huge rising balloon so as to see the entire earth.
Let me sense, touch, taste, breathe, live into the crisp sharp newness of Fall.
pen and ink on canvas-Myra