Shells and straw
Cloud imprints
Sunsets ablaze…
The copyright
Stolen from nature
The landmarks
Of our soul…
Tag Archives: inspirational photos
The copyrights stolen from nature
Perfect cicada-The beauty of a fly
Through my lens,
Unfolded the birth
Of a flower among nettles
Through my lens,
Unravelled poetry
Of sunshine among thorns
Heedless of the allegory
Happening on a leaf…
Out of the corner of
My field of vision
I conjured you’d
Spread your wings
The instant you
Skidded on indefectable
Foliage but you paused-posed
And played an important
Role in what would become
The dawn of a beautiful adventure.
The tale of someone
Who saw grace in lieu
Of hideousness…
Inferred small is big
And never again would
Squash impeccancy and
Perfection under
An angry slipper!
Note:
This poem was inspired by the first photo I took focusing on the Theme of an-only-flower-among-foliage.
You can detect on the side the fly which I thought I had no chance of capturing, cicada’s are very
fast, but to my delight soon realized that I could… where began my fascination for those small wonders 🙂
P.S If you are curious no, I have never squashed a fly just the idea repulses me 🙂
Summer’s magical sunset
Summer sunsets
Have inspired me
To send to all
A reminder of
World’s beauty
Hi everyone!
I am trying hard to keep away from posting but couldn’t resist sharing this last drawing inspired by the long warm days ending off in magical scenery…
Enjoy the next half of this month, it goes quicker than we think 🙂
A candle flame 28.5.2013
A person very close to my heart came with a burnt out candle with no wick left and said to me, I know you take photos of everything so I am giving this to you. What appeared as simple words triggered a series of very inspirational photos and this soothing poem. At the end of all the fun, I played around with the melted wax and shaped it into a rose.
I have come to understand that putting an object under the scrutiny of a lens opens us up to beauty & magic, usually gone unheeded.
A candle flame
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Burning, burning in the night
A candle flame small and bright
Melting tears on its edge
Sculpting its way to lava swell
Flickering shadows,
Dancing off the pages,
Of a story Words create
Fighting for a Better place,
A role befitting the prodigy,
Their master Sired.
Cajoling, exhorting
It to permanence.
Burning, burning into dawn
A candle timid and drawn
Day tiptoeing around scattered roles
Around the maker of a life beginning
To unfold.