A Vision Through The Lens

Look through the lens and expect to see beyond the shore Nothing out there It’s but a blank, the dark Eyes are getting accustomed The earth of smoke The polluted waves A blackened sky A mushroom cloud up to the heavens A scorched earth Bodies charred to the bone I pulled away The sun isContinue reading “A Vision Through The Lens”

The View From Here

Looking down along the garden patha smell of fresh cut grass lingers,tagetes line up like toy soldierswatching you brush your hair with tiny fingers. White doves land with fluttering wingsfrequenting the lofty cote in blazing heatI see you walk along the crazy path,I hear the patter of your graceful feet. To our love seat youContinue reading “The View From Here”