There is something satisfying in creating an abstract that inspires a haiku. The photo uses a mirror effect. My hands (at the top) were caught in the image as I was photographing an expiring red tulip.
I circled her fresh face with my fingertips ruby red were her luscious lips spring her blossom ever green awaken not from this dream summer harsh it takes the glow dew’s gone, nothing will grow our love languish in her eyes robbing heat I ever despise colors change, bouquet of woe her faded lips her time I know […]
Two lips meet beneath spring dancing in moon’s light love is serenading each day appears more bright years pass, colors fade hands once always clasped feelings stored in moth eaten past Under pink blossoms veiled in a mist am I your joy or prefer love desist I can no more see what you meant to say […]
The loss of the Idyllic and ideal in a moment … such is Rape