Bougainvillea tangles
Scratching
Yet the blood produced is not as bright as the exuberant blooms
That sway overhead in the breeze
Fuchsia plumes
Loaded with the hot scent of summer
Dance and sway on the breeze
Lifting hairs to nape
Bringing cool relief to pin points of sweat
Pearls dripping
Sliding
Nobbling spine
Ache and stretch
Move onto weeding the next garden bed
Damp mud on the knees
In half moons beneath fingernail tips
A dead beetle carried aloft by a funeral procession of ants
He is not mourned
As far as I know
Anymore than the fallen leaves
The plucked weeds
The dead bird who struck the window last week
How fragile are we
As we carry all our feelings
Like hankies in the pockets
Spare change
Dropping none at all
Carrying them on
To the eye
We remain the same
Outwardly human
Inwardly, beneath the skin
Giant receptacles
For useless reverie
My dog plays in the grass nearby
Unaware of my deepening sigh
We put such heavy connotations on days as they pass us by
Things
People
Place
Time
Imbuing ephemeral things with heavy meaning
Yet the bird flies over them all
Without a second thought
Perhaps that’s why they fly
They are so light
How could they not?
*is the situation as it is or as you think it?
Those ten thousand concerns? Are they necessary or can you put them aside just for awhile and be here now just for awhile.
The header picture is a photo I took of Hogan yesterday afternoon – I have had my cameras out again after a long break – I had forgotten how beautiful a good lens/ camera combo could be – time to get snapping again.
Hogan at the top and very bottom is clean Hogan – he took a bit of washing and shampooing after the muddy dip but came out looking like a rockstar (can see him with a leather vest and chains or perhaps a surfer dude – anyway more pointless reverie;)
Here’s another couple – this camera is a Canon 6D with a Carl Zeis Planer T 25mm (think I have that right) it is a manual lens that gives a very special quality to landscape shots, a bit more practice required.
Wow, I love the poem. It is beautifully written and the details are so elegant and precise. Amazing work!
Thanks Lucy 💚
Wonderful visuals and sensory descriptions. I can see the bougainvillea contrasting against the bloody finger the thorn pierced. And I love your Hogan! Inspired on Crocodile Dundee, I presume. Thanks for sharing?
Thanks Dan 😊
Lovely poem! And very sweet dogs 🐶
They are cute – also they give me something to practice on when people are hard to find (we live out of town)
YES! You’re a Canon gal like me 🙂 I gave my good Canon to Archie and I now have a refurbished Canon Rebel T6. My zoom lens is an ancient Tamron lens that belonged to the deceased brother of a couple I clean for. But hell, nothing beats a real camera, how I miss film and the smell of the dark room. Beautiful shots and beautiful poem!
I went through a phase of being hooked on gear several years ago – notably obscure lenses – it was an addiction that I’m thankfully over as it was costly. Mostly it stemmed from my frustration with not having enough time to take photos. I think any camera is a good camera these days and it is
More the person behind the camera rather than the lens on the front that makes a good photo but…I still enjoy these lenses. I have an Olympus as well which is its place but my big frame Canon is always the first one I pick up particularly with this lens.
All things camera are delightful. When I’m back on my feet I have my eye on a few pieces of gear 🙂 I consider lenses to be a great investment. But yes, the person using the gear also helps haha 🙂
Aaaanf your photos are great – you inspired me to pick my cameras up and start charging batteries with one of your posts the other day 📸
Well, that’s fantastic and makes me smile, thank you and I’m glad you have been inspired!
😘
Your poetry is so beautiful – I felt truly transported to the garden. I love pottering in my garden because its such a “thought-full” time/space to be in and your poem really reflected that for me.
I’ve been back in the garden because it has finally rained here and the weeds are easy to pull and everything is flourishing. When the weather cooperates the garden is a truly magical place, you can feel life surrounding and nudging you. I’ve been loving it. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving such a lovely compliment 😊
Dogs were placed on this Earth to show us what True Love is all about…..Cats were sent to tell what Service vs Slavery is all about. I have no idea what Humans were placed here for……Maybe the Great Spirit enjoys a good war? If there is such a thing as a “good war?” Your Poetry is getting better & better Keep It Up^….. ________________________________
Thanks George I believe you are correct about all of that
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