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…
worn, aged, batter, weathered graying temples, lengthening shadows season’s stubborn aches bears apprehension in change’s progress solid, though it seems fluid, interim, provisional it lies in wait for a fateful battle photo and poem © by DC Lessoway
ancestral soil holds firm, rooting a foundation of loving, vigorous nourishment the moment you blossom into the world quivering in the wind, hopeful, joyful giving breath to a grateful sky multitudes of seasonal siblings a chorus in the wind colouring the world in shades…
‘neath reservoirs deep each world’s moorage behind jetty strong does keep it stormy seas within or without? picture and poem © 2016 by DC Lessoway
veiled in sinew, bone frequent, pitched battles bloodless coups of a quavering faculty, while a calmed façade, outwardly betrays, deflects, abuts a rolling boil ensconced nestled away, safe from a reckoning world photo and poem © by DC Lessoway
