Irresistible! Sky making love to my mind ...I reach for my phone
No matter its pose The heavens bare such beauty ...even in pixels
NB:Both shots were taken by me 🙂 from my Blackberry, and edited on Instagram 😉
Picture by Terry S. Amstutz. For more of his work please click on the picture
Claustrophobic fit I make for the door Craving the exit Missing a step or more
Groping in the dark Finally hitting the floor I think “this will leave a mark” My mind still focused on the door
Hands and knees introduced to the ground I make my way towards the light I look back on the adventure with a frown The Exit my only respite
Bright lights up ahead so off the floor and towards the door I jet My quick paces lacking caution thus back in the dirt I get 😦
Hi guys! Just made this sonnet up for the dVerse prompt : Poetics– photography by Terry S. Amstutz (I am so late 😛 )… Experiencing a bit of a dry spell but I should make good pretty soon 🙂
Unclothed, Anticipating the embrace, The white, crystal cloak soon to bare over… Blistering winds do shake the buds, Your ovaries
left in cryogenic sleep,
yet
the beauty of your form the intricacies of your fingers the vulgarity in your structure…
Imagery savored in pixels
Your nakedness relished till yet another season…
Today @ dVerse Poets, Brian Miller is hosting Poetics and the prompt is based on photographic art inspiration (Photograph all provided by SueAnn) … Feel free to join in the fun! 🙂
Holding my hand she softly leads me to the morning Such a tease, from behind my curtains she peeps and distracts me from my sleep. Hypnos flees at her whisper, My sprawled body yet again unchained..
Waking me from temporary death She bids me live with song from birds near by and the growing cacophony from my window, outside- testifying to possibilities of what the day may bring.
A times I wish she leave me be Just allow my sprawled body Yet she is ever present company Her warmth Her whisper Daily piercing through my nights She births new days She ushers in the light.
Some day I hope to capture her form through mechanical eyes but only through words will I depict her beauty until pennies fill my pocket
Tread softly I am weak, heartbroken, won’t even speak. the feeling’s gone, nothing left to lift shattered pieces, within I sift.
This ache is real, the wound will heal but it seems stupid, this audacity to feel; lessons learnt from time and in this race, powerless though, nature wills at its pace. totally damned, children of her will it’s a marvel the grip of our skill.
Tread softly I am weak ….Tell my heart never to speak
By: Damian Sinton
Damian Sinton
Meet “Damian Sinton”, an alias of course! 😉 He’s a friend and a pretty shy one, so I have edited the lovely picture you see of himself and his little angel 🙂 … Just another reminder that I’ve got talented friends 😉 😀
Her heart is poured out like streaming water, all care is cast at the Immortal Feet Eyes shut, hands clasped together, Her African figure approaches the Mercy Seat
Irresistible! Sky making love to my mind ...I reach for my phone
No matter its pose The heavens bare such beauty ...even in pixels NB: Both shots were taken by me 🙂 from my Blackberry, and edited on Instagram 😉
Festival King 