frost on glass canvas nature’s fleeting art display melts with dawn's warm touch
Haiku Eighteen: Natural Beauty
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B&W: Ghosts of Battery Russell
Unrest amidst these recent ruins,
abandoned shells of concrete rooms;
gray walls, gray clouds, gray misted woods,
dampened air of palpable gloom.
Who walks along these musty halls?
Whose shadows flit across the walls?
A voice from sometime far away…
whose name is it he softly calls?
Whispered tales of haunting ghosts:
a soldier loathe to leave his post,
a submariner from World War Two
who shelled this battery from off the coast.
Strange sightings, chills, and eerie sounds.
Some say a night watchman guards the grounds,
an infantryman from the Civil War,
lantern swinging as he makes his rounds.
Whoever within these walls abide,
be they visiting spirits from the other side,
or mere figments of imaginative minds,
I leave it for you to weigh and decide.
Battery Russell is located in Fort Stevens State Park on the Oregon Coast. For more information about the history of the fort, please visit the Friends of Old Fort Stevens website.
Five Ws and an H
who knows how or why what we plan when young seldom is where we end up
Haiku Seventeen ~ Two Kinds
sadness descending sometimes cold fog enwraps me sometimes a warm shawl
Window Watching
Mannequins in the window
ungainly plastic poses
frozen faces void of expression
Unmoving and unmoved
as I walk past, and yet
I find discomfort in the notion that
perhaps their unseeing eyes
are somehow
watching me
B&W: Patterns
patterns underfoot functional and beautiful balance sole and soul
On the Horizon
horizontal lines life sliced in tidy layers imposing order
Multiple horizons
Multiple horizons
Cee’s Compose Yourself Photo Challenge: Week #6 Horizontal Lines and Horizon
Just a Line
“I can’t draw,” you say.
Drawing is just lines.
Line up your lines
until they look like
what you see
in your mind.
“I can’t write,” you say.
Writing is just lines.
Line up your words
until they say
what your thoughts
have in mind.
“I can’t dance,” you say.
Dancing is just lines.
Lines of movement
drawn with your body
until they portray
what you feel
in your soul.
“I can’t” is just a line
we tell ourselves
when we’re afraid.
Cat Nap
dog sleeps fitfully paws twitch as he softly whines dreaming of the chase
Juxtaposition
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