They threw us away
but forgot
we are seeds.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes' friend~
Vida
Category: Visual Art
Beyond words and photos
Magic!
My favorite photographs have been unexpected: a double image, something I hadn’t seen when I took the shot, or a photo I didn’t intentionally take yet captured what I hadn’t seen.
The first shot is what I could see: a sun-drenched hiking trail with rocks and almost no vegetation. The washed out flower at the center of this shot is the same flower in the next, though it was hidden in plain sight till a fluke of light and perspective revealed its magnificence.
My only edit to the first photo was to reduce the light and slightly increase the definition so the vegetation in the center was visible. The second shot resulted a split second later due to an inadvertent twitch of my finger. I gasped when I saw the second photo, which is unedited, while the third photo is my edit of the second. For me the second shot is what makes photography magic!
Fairyland Smile
In My U.S.A….
science IS real Black lives Matter NO human is illegal Love is Love Women's rights are Human rights Kindness is Everything
Fairyland-slow
There will be many more of these since an artist has created a fairyland throughout the neighborhood.
If
Sand Tortoise
elusive as birth this soft wily reptile rises but a day sun's heat sea's songs wind's swirls till serene it transforms to shore
Graffito
GRAFFITO Three distinct letters, discrete as whispers yet stark as sunrise, stain this park’s concrete wall. S insinuates the dark entrance, secret from those passwordless, but once in, one snakes along this sinuous passage toward E, which sighs like a wind-filled cavern in the fold of a word so bare it exposes the language of pores opening like stomata along nerve-laden skin, of tongues probing tasting moistening unveiling revealing the voracious pulse and press of pelvis belly even neck, bared for the thin membrane of skin, primordial as sound rising from ancestral marrow formed of molten rock and sky-filled sea before X marks the space within and between.
Thank you to the editors of HOT FLASHES: sexy little stories and poems for first publishing this poem.
Sweetness
Your heart is the size of an ocean; Go find yourself in its hidden depths. Find sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart. ~ Rumi~
Neighbors
When a neighbor wrote this on the sidewalk in 2020, I felt it in grey…
yet, in 2023, I feel the optimism that my neighbor’s color choice conveys. I continue hoping “BETTER” for so many more, in so many more ways that anyone might have imagined three years ago.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 