the hands of time stood deathly still
the winds had ceased to blow
and silence settled on the land
like softly falling snow
it seemed an ancient prophecy
at last had come about
for all things stood the way they were
the day that time ran out
and everyone regretted
the life they’d left behind
they knew they’d do much better–
if they only had more time
(archives)
–photo/art by me
she walks by
every morning
on her little
stick legs
she’s a waif
of a girl
with no shadow
i want to scoop
her up in my
strong daddy
arms and give
her food and
whatever else
she needs
i want to help
her with
whatever
made her do
this to herself
i cry every
time she
walks by
i think
i love
the little
stick girl
–photo by me
i only knew of
warm days by the cool waters–
and then winter came
yet winter soon taught me that
happiness comes from within
–photo by me
i fell asleep
and flew above–
the moon was peace
the sun was love
and venus, light,
her eye wide ope
the earth was life
and mars was hope
and beyond mars
’twas so sublime
with twinkling stars
and wrinkling time,
at last i fell
back down to earth–
a dream to tell
for what it’s worth
–photo by aaron
the trees are decked in fine array
and brighten up a winter’s day
–photo by me
a raven twists and
turns before the setting sun–
nature’s rorschach test
–photo by me
my wife
is in the closet
in an urn
for life
is no deposit,
no return
her soul,
in its divineness
had to go
and all
that’s left behind is
ash and woe
My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly
ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says
the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)
–Photo by Aaron
The length of a man’s
Last prayer might not express
Its sincerity
–Photo by me
Everything is so drab around here mid-winter, I decided to post a few clicks from last fall.
–Photos by me
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