Park of Roses – Photography

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Another week, another Sunday at a local park. This time at the Park of Roses, though most of the pictures don’t have any roses in them. They were not really all in bloom, but there were some that were. I really wanted to take a photo of the grounds, but one thing led to another, and I didn’t make it to a place that would have provided a good shot.  Anyway, I am not meaning to have weekly park photography as any kind of regular segment on this blog, but it has just happened that way, and it’s also been fun posting them.

Kingfisher – A Poem

 

Kingfisher

I am in the west
looking west.
Into heresy my eastern shadow
crumbles
weathered into white sand.

There, on a thin ribbon of land above the waves,
on the treeless hills
overlooking the barren shore,
the sea made us kings.
I became the Kingfisher. I took its name.
Its title.
And you were christened the Osprey. You soared
in high paths of moon lit stars
while I flew low
in an afternoon sun that broke
uneven
across the water.

But no matter.

In, Essa, in. Throw it in.
Another and another.
Throw all of it in.
Your back is to me and I watch it tremble.
Let’s leave what remains
for the tides to take.
Hear as the waves lap
breathless along the beach.

Catch that Breath – A Poem

 

Catch that Breath

There may come
a moment
once in your lifetime
when you catch that breath.
An inhale and exhale of air so clean
and so pure
it is as if god is sitting
on your shoulder
and the world becomes defined
in crystal.
It may come in the day,
or in the evening
when perhaps a strong breeze blows.
Or the breeze may be gentle,
or maybe not even
there at all.
But there may be that moment
when you do,
when you catch that breath
and peace is truly understood.
The peace found within the
absolution of
oblivion.

For the universe with all of its
mystery, its beauty,
its tragedy and its joy
is marvelous and enough.
In and of itself it overflows
in splendor,
and doesn’t need any further
extravagances,
or unnecessary accompaniment,
in order to heighten its wonder.

Inherent it is.

It is.