Author Archives: photoclark
What kills the soul? Can we kill our soul? Can we cause our soul to accept a fate that can be prevented by disturbing the quiet? Self loathing; wallowing in our despair; holding inside our anger and grief; all the … Continue reading
It’s funny what triggers poetry in my mind. I was listening to piano instrumental music and allowed my mind to free itself of the “stress” it felt at that time. Then, my mind began to wander to you. If this … Continue reading
During a past trip to Limerick, Ireland, I witnessed an event like this along the Shannon River. I didn’t ask or ever find out what the whole story was, but I search the newsfeeds for the area and it was … Continue reading
A rant about my world. This Fucking World . This Fucking World Is screwing my head It builds up anticipation Then soon turns to dread This Fucking World Bares me to the ground It’s all about money There’s none to … Continue reading
Black ink blotches Paper white Lines conforming Words tight Wishes whispered Thoughts thought Hearts raptured Souls caught Teardrops flow Through the pen What was Could have been Laughter squiggles Form a joke A silly gal Crazy bloke Without words There’d … Continue reading
By the title you can see explicit language warning is in effect. I’m working on some “slam/spoken word poetry” To maybe one day get the guts to stand up and read at an open mic night somewhere. This following was … Continue reading
I watched the movie “Finding Neverland” last night and the thoughts of that kind of fun and never changing place is both inspiring and scary. This was the result on my brain.
Camping this weekend alone, I sat listening to the rain. All those individual drops coming together to make something bigger, together.
I instagramed these, and forgot to post here. Being former military I am grateful my sons don’t have to honor me on Memorial Day. If more people would meditate on the meaning of the day and less on BOGO sales … Continue reading