Fenced In #poetry #writing #photography

sepia barbed

held back

unbroken spirit lassoed

chomping on life taking bit

unable to run free

held back

sails luffing

reaching in futility

winds just beyond reach

held back

hands restrained in shackles

prisoner of fate

thrashing brings pain

held back

creative connection broken

thoughts flail for conduit

inkless lies my pen

Today marks week five of nine weeks that I am casted and braced. One single index finger does my bidding until it too lies impotent from the pain.

Sepia Tear #poetry #photography #loss

 
 
her book

sepia were the tears

that fell

upon an old dog-eared page

too numerous to collect

so he turned them into words

*

sepia were the tears

welled up

in a sons loving eyes

conveying but a whisper

of years that had been lost

*

sepia were the tears

 upon my cheek

the day my eyes beheld

a journey of pain

intermingled with drops of love

 
This poem is inspired by a story told/ a journey of a fellow blogger, photographer, sojourner in a sepia world. The journey he shares too poignant to not shed a tear. Read his story  (Frizztext) and tell me if you don’t feel the same.
 

All That’s Left #photography #memories #loved one #death

left

I feel her walk  in a whisper

scent of fresh linen wafts past

the crinkle of parchment

an old lighthearted  laugh

“Lavendar Blue”

through an old RCA

the taste of black licorice

and squeezed lemonade 

transport me back

to the ways of old

where the things black and white

were in stories you told

I clasp all that I have

a sepia of you

the memories inside

will have to get me through