icarus
Wise words he gravely said,
“Now, remember my son,
don’t get close to the sun
because you’ll get fried.”
emeralds
small but beautiful
gems escape our sight
Security
retreat inside for hidden security
and cling to the fine things outside
the end
when you come to the end of the lupine,
try to fly.
Don’t crawl back down to the ground.
Map
Lost, we seek a map
to our existence;
meaning to our meaningless lives
fragile wings
battered in life’s transience
buffeted by stormy winds.
autumn
summer fades
in colors trodden brown
only a few bright colors remain
golden fritillary day
today is like no other
because it is
a golden fritillary day
rose red
rose red, rose red
whom shall I wed?
rose red, rose red
from thorns I bled.
rose red, rose red
alone on my deathbed.
suspension
time hangs heavy on us
weighed down by hardships
and frustration
with efforts in suspension
buffeted by time.
survival
cling
to the stalk of life
even with half a wing
pogomcl
although I think of myself more of a writer, I began coloring my world with pictures instead of words. Pictures seem to be a form of silent singing that expresses the joys, sadness and treasures in life. The images in these pages are mine and protected by copyright.
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