Enough fishing line
To snare, snag, entwine
Mountains of rope
To tie, knot and choke
Loose netting so unkind
Cause a ghost fishing bind
Plastic, metal, glass
Containers that will gash
Hooks, rods and reels
Sometimes random wheels
Tons of random trash
Thrown out with a splash
Enough marine debris
To make an artificial tree
Save a creature in the sea
Please dispose properly
In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Artificial
The armadillo bleeds
Beneath hard armor facade
Vulnerability
In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Armadillo
Much to my pounding head’s dismay
It was clear there would be no café
The pot, it was sick
Not even a click
Or a light on the menu display
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Appliance
They shared everything
All their deepest, darkest secrets
He knew her restless nature
Gave her the freedom she craved
But now he no longer joined her
The ever voice of reason
Always pulled him back
Back to his world of numbers
Their tangible trust an imperative
Boundaries understood between them
It was no one else’s business
They had once shared a love
For both numbers and passion
But tragedy had rubbed her raw
Numbers no longer satisfied
Only passion mattered now
Her aperture wide open
A pinpoint focus
Of fine detail
All nerve endings and feel
His aperture closed down
To see the bigger picture
All detail lost and numb
In the static of every day
She came to realize
He could not give her
What she had always given
That transition from trust to faith
Intangible faith with no boundaries
Faith that the garden is still there
Even when out of focus
The context lost in bokeh
And so they saw the world
From different perspectives
Both trying to focus
Both looking for clarity
Both looking for the light
With no right answers
And no wrong answers
Just two people
Trying to find their way
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #12: Faith and
Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Aperture and
the Weekly Photo Challenge: Transition
Anthracitic ants anticipate antipathy.
A true Antediluvian antagonist, their anthoid antrum a scourge.
Using an antiquated anthelminthic,
I attempt to attack their mound;
Their antennae ever attuned,
I swear I heard a faint battle cry Anthem,
Their sudden purge resembling an anthemion.
But this is not anthropophagy,
I anthropomorphize.
Their antics are merely an antevert.
Antibiosis in the form of a nasty sting;
Not unlike an Antiar dart.
And now I am in need of an antidote or antivenin:
An antalgic antiseptic or antibiotic
To neutralize this anticly growing antefix.
And not to make an anticlimactic mountain out of an anthill:
This is war.
In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Ant
I was cold as ice
His heat -a wave above me
Toes curling with delight
In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Pick Your Own
Summer sun long gone
Seed’s promise of renewal
Enduring cycle
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Summer
Winter’s stillness
The only sound, my heartbeat
And the click of the shutter
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Winter and
CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem Special #179 Tom D’Evelyn “The Held Breath: Sound and Silence in a Haiku”
My greatest fear is to be numb
Thoughts thrombosed
Connections severed
Ambivalence the enemy
Brought about by memories
Too painful to bear
A search for that spark of creativity
To crawl out of that dark place
Find inspiration that releases me
To spring forth like flowing water
Quenching a desert of imagination
Realization that the pain is a tool
And to feel is a gift
I wrote the beginnings of the first 6 lines a few weeks ago. I was struggling with how to express how I was feeling. Words were not coming easily. Ideas for photos were not coming easily. Jennifer Nicole Wells challenge of Spring was coming up and second 6 lines began to take shape but I was still not completely happy with them. I didn’t have a clue about a photo. I was hitting a wall -one of the things I fear the most. I thought maybe I needed to take a break from blogging. Then Patrick posted the wonderful tribute, Halls of Madness about a friend. It stopped me in my tracks. No one is forcing me to be numb. My wall is self imposed, my fear a self fulfilling prophecy only if I let it be one. While I can’t say I can relate to the depth of despair his friend was feeling, I can say I understand her final choice. This post was the attitude adjustment/kick in the ass perspective I needed so badly. Then Patrick’s prompt of Desert for today’s challenge in direct contrast to Spring was the final inspiration to finishing. I joined this blogging community to express myself but equally to learn and be inspired by other talented writers/photographers. I am so lucky and grateful for having this exceptional, creative community in my life.
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Spring and
Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #8: Desert
Tennessee autumn
If the colors don’t move you
The breathtaking fall will
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Autumn
Dancing Echoes 
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