Images

November 13, 2019November 13, 2019

Prisms of Life

Thousands of raindrops falling
are like tiny clear crystals
jewels upon my window
where I see

my life unfold in mirrored images
a kaleidoscope of dismal greys
not yet transformed
into rainbows
of colors

not yet penetrating my soul
the very spirit of my being
collecting like shattered glass
beneath my feet

my life will transform into something
manifest as colored prisms within
the kaleidoscope’s hidden
brilliant colored
light

a revelation of a loving heart
long sleeping inside the pain
of living in fear of knowing
of feeling alive

for as the images change amongst
the shards of broken glass
they must also within
the turning kaleidoscope
of colors

images change in all Seasons
spring flowers bloom abundantly
tender leaves of bright green unfurl
birdsong and insects serenade

summer dry and hot in all manner
relishing a soothing drink of water
touching landscapes brown to then

bringing fall’s brilliant colors
of reds, golds, yellows and orange
foliage turning brown and brittle
welcoming cold of winter

so spring returns to flourish
to bring life new yet already
here thriving beneath the safety
the warmth of moss and soil
always living in
hibernation

so all is alive within my spirit
hidden within smoldering embers
waiting to emerge
relishing the
breath of life

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

February 23, 2019

A Glimmer of Light

Leaving behind a passion of heart
in words left unwritten
words fading as ghostly images
when pen is not put to paper
when inspiration is set aside

always fearing unfounded criticism
of those you will never know
those never to breach your life

always choosing moral acceptance
rather than acceptance of self
acceptance of gifts setting idle
as dust settles upon them
as motes floating in air

ignoring a brilliance of light
that follows you in footsteps
as you close each door approached

a glimmering light shining
beneath its sill
until there is nought
but a darkening foreboding
becoming as tarnished silver
that no longer gleams

& only echoes fallacy of choices
that leaves voids want of filling
giving no purpose of self
as only seeking light will do
and in opening doors

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Brilliance of Light

June 9, 2016June 9, 2016

THE COVER OF DARKNESS

The house quiet at night
revealing no sound but
her children breathing
softly amidst creaking
noises of a house at rest

She sleeps lightly & listens
seeking things out-of-place
her eyes open to seek in
darkness familiar images

A glimpse is caught barely
from the corner of her eye
a small child, a girl moving
slowly down the hallway
softly making no sound

She rises to follow her
knowing it must be her own
but searches in vain only
finding no child there

Hurrying back toward the
bedrooms she checks each bed
her children covered and still
every night she looks always
to find where she has gone

The day brings questions
she cannot keep away
nor does her face keep
hidden what night shows her

Her friend lives next door
did she not ask her of a child
who simply leaves no trace
her rather calm reply
so you have seen her too

I normally do not do prompts but found one of interest to me at Jamie Dede’s site https://musingbymoonlight.com/ some know by THE POET BY DAY. This is the Wednesday Writing Prompt. Some people believe in ghosts and others not so much. Have you seen someone seemingly not there or know of someone who has?

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Darkness

October 31, 2014October 31, 2014

*CURLED LEAF FALLING**

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

when the haunting past
of flickering images
in shadows cast
no longer stalks
your dreams

can the obituary
seem to be
a means to heal
distant
memories
hardwired nailed down

you will be a plaintive
no longer
but seek solace
in images
much stronger
in a broken spirit
set free

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

November 17, 2012

Setting The Tone

Altered Google Image

light spills from
the street lamp
pooling at your feet

a rainy evening
reflecting images

dancing one
upon another

setting the tone
for raindrops
musical serenade

August 1, 2012

Between Midnight and Dawn

phantom images between
midnight and dawn
collect in moonlit
rooms reflecting naught
but seamless pathways
sewn within the mystery
that fades but never
really is gone until
another day doth cease
we again shall stray
in phantom images between
midnight and the dawn

March 17, 2012March 17, 2012

Image Reflections

Reflections of our images
held captive by the sun
burned into the surface
an afterglow reference for
the angel you’ve become
reflections of your image

Do you believe in Angels? I do and believe they are walking amongst us.

February 3, 2012

Travertine Images

Travertine images
carved with features
etched lovingly in
musical sweetness

guarded by a
treble clef
a song melodious
as an Angel choir

the day dusk as
barely candle lit
the flame wavers
we all walk

the path of our
memories knowing
we are never
alone in our

twilight hours as
solace is found
in travertine
images

October 23, 2011

Transparent Illusions

Facsimile of illusions
shown as
reflections in
a mirror
revealing hidden images
known only
to ourselves and
not others
as transparency
shows nothing
kept
secret
who you really
are is
trapped inside
the mirror

September 11, 2011September 12, 2011

Ignited Images

Memories best left
forgotten shredded
and filed in my mind
ignited by a simple
piece of mail flooding
the late night screen
of images remembered

Sometimes it is better to remember and move on even though the memory remains. In remembering we will learn from our experiences in life. This is only my own observation as a single piece of mail I received caused me to re-examine a memory of my past and gave rise to this post.