If you look closely through the window bars You can catch a ghostly shape – ephemeral Memento of generations of students Walking through trodden alleys to sit Their final rounds – from blank pages to hastily, Frantically scribbled ones. Their bearing strides Advertisements
Each year People gather Around the lake Watch, as colors pop In the night skies Red, blue, green, purple Silver and gold. They kiss, hug. *Sparkle*
Playing with light Shades, colors, shapes and Matter, eyes of photographers Just like those of painters – Though using different tools – Diligently portray Nature’s miracles,
Vibrating steps Reactive bridge Linking banks Lifting people Striding forward Beholding Mankind’s craft And its forceful Yet passing grip On Nature’s Universal force Of character.
Let your imagination take over. Get ready to dive and embrace. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Now open them again Let it run wild. You are underground. Look around. What do you see?
Part 1 – Him She is sitting by herself, looking up A book in her hands, basking in the sunlight, Watching the lake ripples crash on the shore. All alone. I am watching her.
If we pay attention and watch closely Around us, or if we look back and observe Captures of moments past, They pop up and become evident Interactions, connections, links They are there – ever present, Obvious and exposed staring us In the eye – in the foreground Discreet and hidden – in the background
UP! Your Strength – Blissful gift Walk, run, hike – Immersed in nature Reaching UP, all the way, Until you can’t climb any higher. And stop. Observe. Breathe it in, and out. You did it! You are standing on top of the world.
Calm, soothing waves, Washing on the shore. Quiet rhythm, shaken By a boat sailing at large. Peaceful contemplation Of a life-tight, natural element. I am attracted. Irresistibly. Drawn in. I don’t want to fight it. I am giving in. I am shedding off My clothes, layer after layer. I am unbound. Liberated
Paved, concrete, dirt roads. Asphalt. Deserted, ghost spaces. Dead-ends. Flowered paths, Private roads, And alley ways. Painted walls. Busy, bustling avenues. Streets meeting, forming lines webbing. Joining, yet escaping
Lone, peaceful comfort. Wooden lines and natural colors. High windows opening on balcony. Warm, scented, sunbathed space. Soft tunes and folk songs. Home, sweet, home. Photographs and poem – Home – Day 1 of the Developing Eye 10-day Photo Challenge.