hidden, midst subdivision’s sprawl, mingling stones scoured by yammering brook a peaceful place photo and poem © DC Lessoway
salt stained boards long ago trod, in joy, fused with music laughter leading to love’s caper in summer’s night dream photo and poem © DC Lessoway
of ice clinging to winging dust, fleeting in duration, immense in breadth gaze gravitates upward in repose each eye deduces its own horse, spider, swimmer according to each state of being mine own mind alights upon memories of ancient cave paintings of people’s long…
it’s been, always, there an aspiration to fly, above Earth’s curve till azure, turns inky, till am able to palm the spheroid, till this ache, fear, isolation are but remote notions of those down there down there hell we’ve fashioned after clawing at one…
today, this day change was thrust upon me a curtain making night of day how my value lies in pieces now no trade to call home as I now, free to be something else…
tides find solace in assured rhythms, tied to sister moon’s phases, yoked to Earth’s flight faithful to Sol’s lineage comes seasons, enlivening waking dormant seed, fevered rest, color eruption plummeting wintertide wailing echo, comes a being cast in culture, kindred, own potential to build…
