Hour 4: Salvation

Salvation Art can make a man go mad Madness can make a man go blind And art can be his salvation   My dad told me about the Starry Night How Vincent cut off his own ear Art can make a man go mad  …

I am

I am The smile that forms When I hear my favorite song   I am The sparkle in my eye When I explore uncharted territory   I am The sound of my voice When I talk about something I love   I am The laughter…

Silver: Hour 4

These roads were horse tracks once, I hear; curving slowly into the rising hill easing the passage of harvest-heavy carts hauled by teams of horses to each farm – their sweating heads low, necks taut, as their hooves spat sound – ice-sharp – into a…

Waterways

Clear water help me clean my dusty hands The moon laughs above and the fluorescent bacteria light the world below The last of the rations have expired long ago And my only cabin mate, a hermit crab, has found a shell in a distant land…

Darkness Defied

Night Dark sky Stark and wide From the bright city But bid the lights goodbye, And see dark skies blossom pretty Points of light, becoming clouds of bitty Distant fires, or rocks in space reflecting light From the hidden sun, behind the gritty Bulk of…

The Itinerant Beautifier

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…

Prompt 5/Holiday Bookmark

We’ve been floating for how long? Hours, but it no longer matters for the tourists we are and travelers we pretend to be. I make an attempt at assembling a sentence about an itinerary as remote as the pebbled rooftops and forgiving root path we…

Possibilities

Just above the valley Just beyond the hills Just outside of a sunken place Close by but not enough to feel If you stay afloat If you keep your sail If you stay inside of the boat Move forward without fail There are stars above…

Hour Four – Photo Inspiration…

Bowled over by the truth Decimated by the lie The burden once thought able to bear Has knocked me down – left me to die I now lie in agony Weighed down by your sin Your love was always shallow Yet I believed I could…