book of life...

Book of Life - painted sculpture by David Kracov (1945-  ) ...
Michael Douglas gave this as a gift to his father Kirk Douglas...



in our life cycles
we walk
sunshines and rains
cobblestones and
burning sands

but in the cosmic weave of things
wings
are always there in
the book of leaves for

rebirth and
renewal

Eastern Dream...

Eastern Dream (1904) Jean Lecomte Du Nouÿ (1842-1923)  Oil on canvas


when I sleep
in your world
I awaken
the spirit of
your eyes
your nearness
your breathing


I feel the wings
of your presence
bearing the joys of
our yesterdays

closer
and
closer

Christmas Memories...

Christmas Memories - Thomas Kinkade



dampened light

whispers of Christmas colours

filter

melt

old loneliness

Humanity Slipping Away...

Humanity Slipping Away - Helen Savva - Limassol, Cyprus
I made this as a response to the tragic death of the 3-year-old Syrian refugee 
– Aylan Kurdi – 
who had drowned together with his 5-year-old brother Ghalib and mother Rehan 
in the Mediterranean Sea while trying to escape Syria.



beyond my world

few knew Kurdish Kobane
a border city
balancing between
Turkey and Syria
until it was reduced to
80% rubble

but they know now


beyond my world

few understood
the relentless tides of desperate souls
seeking some kind of life
without fear

but they understand now


beyond my world

no one saw my three year old son
Aylan

until he slipped away from me


but they now see
in tragedy

he is
THEIR
son

Isn't he?

springtime by a lake...

Springtime at Lac Léman in Switzerland - Peder Monsted (1859-1941)


vibrant
soft
light

spring
seeks

the fruits
of morning

sails
seek

the fruits
of spring

Imeritian Winter...

Imeritian Winter by Guram Dolenjashvili (1943- )


leafless
pinches of homely lights
snowy contortions
shadows

a wealth of shadows
by moonlight

a lone figure
patiently
trudges
the fine line

of yesterdays 


Linking to:
dVerse - Open Link Night 153

Natural Beauty 2...

Natural Beauty 2 - anglewind on DeviantART



mountain blues
freshen 
earthy
dusky 
warmth


still waters 
charm
reflect
the friendship

Homeward Bound...

Homeward Bound c.1933-4 - Ernest Martin Hennings (1886-1956)


looking ahead
with downcast eyes

silent
but saying so much

homeward bound
but not home

together
but
alone

the waters are dark...

Temple of Isis at Philae, flood time 1910 By Diemer Michael Zeno (1867-1939)  Watercolor on paper



the waters are dark
but the sun shines

the sun shines on
the sacred breath 
of a lady
who levelled
rich and poor
slaves and free

who nurtured the world of a child

and yet

she found time
for the beyond
the final call

and her final call
her magic
still
floats
in the sunshine

on dark waters


Linking to:
The Tuesday Platform

tech savvy sheep...

Sheep with Laptops Michael Sowa (1945- )

sheep in the 21st century

need to flock around

the latest

internet 

wizardry

we have

dignity

we have 

status

we have

a caricature to uphold

forgive the odd black sheep

he is with us

but 
not

of us

Ruins and Sculpture...

Ruins and Sculpture (1757) 

Today is the birthday of Giovanni Paolo Panini,  

the foremost painter of Roman topography in the 18th century.

in the recesses of yesterday

open fragments of

precious art

in the recesses of the mind

open tombs of

secrets

At the Well...

At the Well (1888) by Tadeusz Ajdukiewicz (1852–1916)

we are here

one to give

one to receive

let me always be

the water you need

Sunset in Egypt...

Sunset in Egypt with Two Bedouins on Camels by Louis Amable Crapelet (1822-1867)

leaving the sunset behind

leaving old ways

to re-emerge

tomorrow

The Suez Canal...

The Suez Canal (1864) by Albert Rieger (1834-1905)

a gently winding wound

when water bleeds

helplessly

for the pseudo master

School in Luxor 1924...

School in Luxor 1924 Tony Binder (1868-1944) - Austria

mats

earthy dusts

naked feet

young minds

seeking

the sacred charms of

learning

Philae Temple and the Nile...

Philae Temple and the Nile - CharlesThéodore Frère (1814-88)

some may see ruins

isolated

out of touch

but as I rest by the waters

and gaze

steadily

slowly

I see

the meaning of my soul