Life’s Light #haiku #photography

 

candle-dance

 

 

lips whisper speak

echoes cast golden shadow 

un forgotten flame

 

 

 

 

 

Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem is Candle. There are so many meanings in the flickering light of a candle – what meaning has it for you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Only the Shadow Knows… #photography #poetry

 

 

The shadow a hidden story to tell

hidden in his pocket or beneath a well

is he portraying a man with a walking stick

or is behind the curtains, you can pick

peaking from beneath dancing shoes

whose ballerina never knew

the secret lies in the trees

chill conveyed on winter’s breeze

 

The WordPress  Daily Post Photography Challenge is “Shadow”

 

Eye of the Beholder #poetry #photography #art

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I was born for the shadows

 form hidden by sepia day

… is in the eye of the beholder

do they really mean what they say?

catch me on the cold nights

basking in the sun

I and the moon’s reflection

dancers we are one

you can never touch me

but you can always try

reach into tomorrow

beauty is in the …

Moon light silhouette

 

I just found this wonderful Shadow Dancer prompt offered by Bastet at Mind love miserys menagerie. The photography (top) is by Nickolas Muray  . The photograph below is my shot of a whimsical sculpture in the National Gallery of Art.

 

 

The Base of History #history #NWCU #WWUC #photography #poetry

Beneath the feet

there is a wall

hidden from most

reflecting the fall

***

Once children were taught

words from the heart

when they did pass

is where it starts

****

kept out of sight

tucked under the wall

there is a sickness

unbeknownst to us all

The word is Hate

it starts deep within

but as it lingers

it grows into sin

***

like a plant

that like a weed must grow

it chokes out all reason

no goodness to show

***

there peaking in the shadows

beneath cruel HATE

it’s lingering- WAR

by now it’s too late

for hate as it blossoms

will weave and will spin

diseased delusion

civilization’s end

Photography: “Column Base”, “Hate’s Shadow”, “Hate and War” copyright L. Moon 2012

This completed work consists of poetry and photography. I hope you feel the statement that is in response to the Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. The artist is asked to ponder: ” 1000 years back…1000 years forward….can you feel the weight of our evolution? Are we now prepared to learn from the lessons? Where do we go from here? Our planet is dying, our societies are struggling, the line between the have’s and have-not’s grows ever more defined. How did this happen…how do we change? ” Thanks to Natasha Head for the inspiration.

A Shadow of My Love

This poem is dedicated to a dear friend, Jean, who is suffering late stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.

“We don’t love you less though your memories of us are poor. You will always shine a light into our hearts.”

I awoke with a dream of you in my eyes

watching you took my breath away

I wanted you to be mine

***

I never grew tired of watching you

everyday to awake

the word “I love you” on my lips

knowing you were mine

***

I didn’t mind that your hair turned frosty gray

or that wrinkles lined your face

you were still mine

***

I visit you daily my dear

there’s  but a shadow of our love

I still cherish your smile vacant tho it may be

tho you don’t know it

you are still mine

Thank you Allegra Ricci for the poignant picture

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/allegra_ricci/483272086/)

My Lovely Shadow

I was taking a late lunch so that I could enjoy the park alone. Today I left my ipad at work and grabbed the suspense novel Vigilante by Claude Bouchard. It was a page turner unfortunately my work didn’t allow me to turn many pages. As intent as I was in Vigilante,   I looked up sensing a shift in the light. I was Thinking it may be a storm looming ahead. Then I saw you; I didn’t see you but rather an image of you. You were no storm cloud. I could have been dreaming but I wasn’t. How could a shadow be so beautiful? Flowing skirt, long tresses of hair caught in the breeze. You could have been young or old. It didn’t matter if you had wrinkles or freckles; for I was entranced by something about you. An inner glow, soft and elusive. Like a specter that might lure it’s victim, I felt magnetically pulled to follow – I did.

The light played with your form but could never  displace it’s perfection. If only I could paint the colors that were intertwined with your image – greens, one moment, blues, pinks, yellows the next.

I wanted to shout “don’t leave me behind- I must hold you just one time!”

At that moment, you darted beneath the trees; your shadow – my shadow was gone. I was startled as I stopped and looked up – there in front of me was the form, the illusion. No longer a shadow. Warmth and sunshine emanated from your being. Men would have gladly paid homage to behold one of your smiles. Though I have a post doctoral degree,  I could not summon the words that I needed to say to revere your essence. I smiled and then uttered a simple “hello.” You generously offered a “hello” in return. You were dressed in a blue that made your eyes look like gems set in a perfect face. The breeze was palying with your long, wavy. My eyes wanted to linger on your lips but were drawn to the shape under a filmy blue. Ahhhh -Intoxicating warmth flowed in the air. My head was spinning and I was trying to regain composure and focus on your face. Why? Tell me what is so bad about loving a shadow? I reached out my hand and you clasped it. Soft and confident was that grasp.

And so began a different type of page turner; the journey with my lovely shadow.

Claude Bouchard is a fantastic writer and has a series of page turners on the market.The first in a series is entitled Vigilante. For more information  go to Claude’s  Website bigceebee.webs.comor  Amazon.com…. http://bit.ly/6ptvht

and so ladies and gentlemen this is another in a series of prompts by Theme Thursday. Please read more in blue.

On My Mind

On My mind

I saw you today

you were out to play

eyes shouldn’t linger

couldn’t pull away

*

… on my mind

*

Shape and form

I must confess

unusual beauty

the urge to caress

*

… on my mind

*

Scintillating glow

captivates my sight

trapped by your shadow

living for daylight

*

… always on my mind

*

Shades of gray

Never the same

Winsome beauty

Please never change

*

Your shadow is always on my mind

Thank You of  the shadow HoriaVarlan

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/horiavarlan/4332381880/)