Saturday, September 8, 2012

Rain


walking in the warm summer rain
I smell the fresh clean air
tiny droplets running down my cheeks
like tears of happiness
rejuvenated, I return home where I am quickly reminded,
“you realize the rain is just a metaphor, right? ’’

Freedom


Even though the sign declared they were “free”
the used stove, the washing machine and a box of books
remained together on the front lawn.
They had nowhere else to go,
this was the only life they had ever known..

Friday, September 7, 2012

Photographers of Long Ago (Villanelle)


through shades of gray from light to dark
photographers of long ago
in black and white they left their mark

a slice of time, they stopped the clock
and left a record so we’d know
through shades of gray from light to dark

as fire burns a city block
a captured image through the glow
in black and white they left their mark

the dedication of a park
they document life as we grow
through shades of gray from light to dark

a winter scene so cold and stark
of horses plowing through the snow
in black and white they left their mark

a hint of an artistic spark
perhaps a point of view to show
through shades of gray from light to dark
in black and white they left their mark

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Poets, Photographers and Others


Grab your paper and a pen
to capture the range of destruction
as a small fire breaks out in the trash can.
Everyone must know of the hunger of the flames
that quickly try to devour the curtains, furniture and walls.

Personally, I would have reached for my camera.

Others would have reached for a fire-extinguisher.