My life wasn’t a path but rather zig zags way finding bridges and holes chasms and cliffs taking only the road that was with courage to step off an asphalt toll highway and move into the shadows across the piled up stones. don’t be silly Nose buried in fantasy I dreamed of a different time…
… a Moment
I ski upon the memory of a path upon the snow fallen from the twinkling of stars long ago. I move along the path made glacial and hard by the many boots of men following me. I ascend a terrain which undulates noticeably up when early in my trek it was all downhill. I collect…
The Way …
Your love is the way a purpose made brilliant a pilgrim proven resilient. Your love is the way the missing part a rescue chart. Your love is the way an open hand a one life stand. Your love is the way a scallop art a fertile heart. Your love is the way a rising sun…
Our Path
Our paths are a checkerboard Contrasting squares upon a string Wishing choices through the unseen Travelled alleys filled of yes or no Stepping upon the burnished bright Stepping over the unknown night Feeling sure where a path is untred Slipping fast where others have tread. Look up upon the stuccoed sky Stretch through the grates…
Symmetry’s Scimitar
While I truly love the symmetry of this picture with the crescent moon hanging between the trees as if strung along an invisible clothesline, the image below is actually my favourite in this series because even though slightly off symmetrical, the addition of the path brings mystery to this otherwise pastoral composition. All text and…