Blasted past ripped from the news paper tattered by the birds with hard beaks beating into a pulp fiction stories of lovers entwined rings of a stump torn apart pages pressed tightly together by wind and wet rain blurs words worm worn pathways eaten weather weakens crumbles remnants of the Blasted. ∞ Submitted…
on the death of a tree
Can you hear me? Can you hear me cry? Can you hear me as I die? I wonder if my voice travels Outside this place, this clearing, Surrounded by my brethren And sisters born from a great fire. The staff of my life has rotted away See my mangled entrails, my roots Now exposed by…
the Forest within this Tree
you are the needle within the crown you are the sharp hair in a coating hoar frost you are a beak’s beaten sawdust on the floor you are the pine’s pollen cast on a spring wind you are the robin egg held safe in a nest you are a shadow cool on sweat dripping day…
My Phantom Limb
A phantom limb I feel your pain gone and dead. I walk with a limp now four years a broken limb ripped from my trunk weathered wormed worn gone and dead. A limb warm still beating and bursting golden into a sky ready to burst with tears still rustling through my fingers. A limb that…
Possessing Loss: Remembering Ben
I’d never realized that loss is such a complicated and nuanced concept. I thought you either had something or you didn’t — that something is either possessed or it is lost. I figured the only complication would be if something is misplaced. But over the last year, I’ve discovered that loss is something that can…
Frozen Fir
The third in my series chronicling Ottawa’s 2015 Ice Storm. Check back tomorrow for the next installment.
Captured Caught … Held
Captured caught and held — still within your embrace Frozen seconds bound together — my tears run cold Sky chained from white to grey — yearning I cannot bend Prisms imprison the daylight — my eyes search the twinkles Nature’s ballet cast in glass — I lay prostrate on your belly Unbroken fragility wrapped crystal…
A Study in Yellow ~ No. 3: Sunshine
“A Study in Yellow #3: Sunshine” Through a window Water colours splash Touch my lips Wash my eyes Autumn grass is born Rusted and gold Pulled from sunshine bright. All text and images © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Yellow.”
Frayed ~ Poetic Gallery
Spun and strewn Sewn upon a palette Loose wisps wound Impermanent Frail and frayed Forget me not Forever in a moment. © Dale Schierbeck 2014 See more of the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Frayed. © Dale Schierbeck 2014 © Dale Schierbeck 2014 © Dale Schierbeck 2014 © Dale Schierbeck 2014 See more photography here ….
Textures in Wood ~ Weekly Photo Challenge
Trees — they give us life. They give our world texture. Perhaps it is the fact I that grew up with trees all around me and spent so many days of my youth playing in them, on them, with them, but, whatever the reason, there is a beauty in them that I can’t get enough…