'Inner peace'
27 December 2013
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Ghostly shapes loom in and out
of the early morning mist
a
smothering eerie silence
A dilapidated truck leans
drunkenly
shakes off its hangover
Its throaty roar
arouses
the dawn chorus
First
sign of the work ahead
It’s a man’s job
He grasps his metal chain
Each link
holds tight the hopes
of his chainsaw gang
Each felled trunk
sawn down in its prime
hoisted
one by one to safety
As evening draws near
a pile of rounds
aged worn
in fine ringed detail
wait forlornly as the fog rolls in
For another dawn
another day
Open
wounds, bleeding sap.
~~~
Words by Amanda Edwards Images by Niki
We won the November Words/Photo challenge.
Yay!
:)
9 December 2013
This is my favourite rose.
It is called 'Erotica' and has the most gorgeous smell.
It was raining softly when I took this image yesterday.
Then thunder and lightening boomed and cracked and it bucketed down.
Quite spectacular until the kitchen box window leaked so much that it required several towels to mop it up.
Now the roses are ruined, all droopy and sad.
But everything else is beautiful and refreshed. I love that feeling.
And I'm quite relieved that I'd mowed all the lawns before it happened.
6 December 2013
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22 November 2013
O speckled thrush
so cold, so stiff, so dead!
Your flame extinguished
a faded silhouette
a fly-blown curiosity
No glimmer of light
from your half-moon eye.
Stark contrast
to that sparkling beaded lace
an ethereal throw over nature's bed
A sticky, intricate snare
where Death awaits
upon his secret tight rope
Wraps his victims tenderly in silk
then sucks out all life
leaves just an empty husk.
Is this your fate
O speckled thrush
as you "push up the daisies?"
Heavens no!
You are surrounded by
innocent 'Christ-children'*
damp with early morning tears
mourning your death
yet rejoicing in the dawning
of a new day ...
And look ... O look!
A tulip cup
ablaze with glory
Herald of spring and all
dappled, variegated things
toasts the heavens
feasts upon the rising sun
Shouts out its certainty -
Your death, speckled thrush
Is Nature's celebration
A new beginning ...
You have fulfilled your role
your purpose on earth
In God's eternal, circle of life.
Words by © Amanda Edwards 2013
Images by Niki
* Daisies are known as 'Christ children' - with their innocence and purity and the word itself is Old English for 'day's eye' - referring to the beginning of each day, illustrated by the daisy closing its petals in the evening, and the first to open at dawn to greet the day. It also has its debut in the spring.
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