Castle of Illusion
Land and sites engaged the illusion,
made perfect the wholeness, hiding
hollowness. Empty windows watched,
the Ego isolated within, disturbed.
Cairn of ancestors, bitter wind,
vacant feel part of its landscape,
our own psyche apart from it.
This blackout poem is based on a post, Hunting the Unicorn: Shells and Fruits,
written by Sue Vincent and posted at The Silent Eye. I encourage you to read it.
The image is an edited/layered version of two of Sue’s photos.
~~ Thank you to Sue for her inspiration and for graciously accepting my offering. ~~
Shades of Gray
Let me in. Don’t let me in.
Door after door, opening,
leading ever deeper.
Questions within questions.
The light in your eyes
telling me to enter,
yet offering no answers.
Shadows, hints, that tell nothing,
yet say everything about you.
All of this leading nowhere.
Nothing, but the next,
and the next, each time
leaving little to hold onto
but shades of gray.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Open #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
A Wall I Cannot Scale
Where once it was possible
to breach the wall that has grown
between us, it has become ever darker
within, so that not even the light of day
can reach you. Here, there is life.
I hear robins and sparrows. What birds
call to you, and would they want to
be in such darkness? Would I want to
open a door that is now forever closed?
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Forgotten #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo (edited here).
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Image source: Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo
Out of Darkness
That we come out of the darkness does not
mean there will always be light. We leave
behind the trials that have plagued us
for better days, but challenges come
at the most unexpected of times.
If such be our path, know that
we have the strength to survive,
that darkness does not hold power over us.
The photo for Thursday Photo Prompt: Threshold #writephoto from Sue Vincent’s Daily echo is described as “the view from within a cave on the sea shore, looking out onto a beach.[with] the shadowy entrances of other caves across the bay…”
Do not draw the gate on this life,
standing firm still in the winds
of change, lives passing by, unknowing.
Pride and determination build
inner strength, the scars of time
the sign of their healing.
The image above is by Sue Vincent, from Tenacity #midnighthaiku at Daily Echo.
Both the haiga and her prose inspired this poem.
Casting a light across the shadow
that would have brought me down,
you were my future, the horizon
that would bring me out of my darkness.
Now all is light.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Timeless #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo (slightly modified here).
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Crystal clear, this vision:
crowded together, en masse,
in our virtual world.
Our intricacies on display,
ready to be rooted out
by curious minds.
This world is no sanctum
behind leaded glass. There’s nothing
sacred here. Secrets like tulips,
waiting to be picked.
Make no bones about it;
we know each other too well.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Imagination #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
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