“A moody DC3 plane wreck sits stranded on the vast black sand of Sólheimasandur Beach in Iceland.” The wreckage is white, the background features hazy, dark mountains, and the sky is filled with clouds.
Whose conspiracy?
Nature’s or the sabotagers’?
Who will bear witness?
Deaf and dumb mountains,
Clouds, vast black sand, they know all
Mute spectators
The beautiful yet barren moon
Beckons the clouds
With unquenchable thirst
Clouds unmoved by the allure brag
Just beauty alone cannot sustain us
Moon jeers
The way earthlings are behaving
There will be nothing to sustain you too
Soon
Sun watches silently at the clouds changing shapes wondrously deep-rooted tree standing upright as if meditating deeply fog perplexed it's sunset or sunrise whether to camp out or decamp gracefully ------------------------------- The lone tree Stands upright with pride Deep rooted Seeds with unlimited potential With the attitude You can't wipe me out Try as you might Sun Sky Earth Wind On my side Hovering Black clouds Hint of storm? Who cares Weathered many storms
Moods, weather, time and Fleeting clouds of nostalgia Always changing shapes
vagabond mind like unseasonal clouds roaming aimlessly directionless destination undefined bound to be in deep trouble
A Photo a Week Challenge: Clouds
Clouds in the sky very much resemble the thoughts in our minds! Both changes perpetually from one second to another!
Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #63 – Magical
“Every moment there are a million miracles happening around you: a flower blossoming, a bird tweeting, a bee humming, a raindrop falling, a snowflake wafting along with the clear evening air. There is magic everywhere. If you learn how to live it, life is nothing short of a daily miracle.”
― Inner Engineering: A Yogi’s Guide to Joy
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Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."
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An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
poetry, thoughts, quotations
all the rules of free form
Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever
hai performance poetry and short fiction
Sweat, toil, and crofting — poetry with muck on its boots.
This blog is for my insights on life, the Bible, hiking adventures with my grandson and whatever is important to me
Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."
Ever Seeking, …
A Collection of Her Hidden Truth
Her çocuk hikayelerle büyümeli
Questo è un piccolo angolo di poesie, canzoni, immagini, video che raccontano le nostre emozioni
My Odyssey!
"Words & Wonders - Where thoughts meet art
Welcome to Writing Through the Soul. Where you will learn everything you need to know to heal your soul through writing! Thanks for stopping by.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
poetry, thoughts, quotations
Sharing Thoughts 