Month: March 2022

Minutes just before I took this shot the sky was orange and the sunlight as white as the moon, then as the sky turned brown the sunlight was remodeled to a reddish pink. I will not consider my digital camera or my deficiency of photographic skills has carried out it justice, but this is straight out of digital camera!

“She was like the sun,
She knew her position in the world –
She would glow all over again irrespective
of all the storms and changeable climate
She wouldn’t regulate her purpose
for points that pass.”

― Nikki Rowe

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/observe?v=pTOC_q0NLTk
OPHELIA – THE LUMINEERS

The winds of Ophelia brush by my skin
flourishing flurrying hurrying caressing and warming
as a Summer’s breeze it flows all-around with relieve
of motion rising momentum stroking bare knees
the air fills my lungs with the scent of acrid smoke
the sunlight mimics the moon my coronary heart is well-stoked
with the beauty of the yellow purple sulphurous hazy sky
as the sands of the Sahara colours pass me lazily by
but a minimal is still left lingering mingling and singling
out this little patch of my sweet earth England
the warm air hangs major as it plays with my hair
twenty-4 levels Celsius warming the air
very low clouds are forming tinged with rust hues
the colours of Autumn reflect amid blues
in my garden I see blossom on a blackberry bush
the very last petal of a rose pink suffused with sweet flush
blushing with blustery winds that abound
my eyes sting the dust of a much-off desert is identified
speckled on leaves and all it encounters
appears to be no diverse from rust on the bird baths and fountains
the h2o is terracotta combined with russet tones
the surrealism is genuine but my senses on your own
convey to me it really is a aspiration of Ophelia who roams
her long auburn tresses trail down earlier her waist
red and rue bouquets in her hair romance is her flavor
the tropical air dragged in from the Azores
the sunshine gets ghostly an apparition in advance of
my eyes turn out to be accustomed to the strangest of lights
fill up my senses tingling with delight
I appear towards the roof to check out all the tiles
see they are however there the relief delivers a smile
deep in my aspiration-like point out emotion heat
I experience blessed to have witnessed
the extraordinary off-shoots of this storm
then saddened to hear that lives have been shed
like Shakespeare’s Ophelia the planet counts the value
my Irish ancestry vies with my dominant English roots
at 1 with the aged region sorrow fills my boots
my rust coloured freckles strawberry blonde strands of hair
are fading in Autumn but I still know they are there
always the gypsy in me rises up
no make a difference how a great deal schooling or breeding fills my cup
I long for the roadways that are open to me
to lay below the stars and the trees canopy
it is a lot easier to snooze when a single is at one with the environment
I experience trapped in a home in a bed I uncurl
stretch lengthy limbs find a spot in the green grass of property
may I often be blessed and equipped to roam
my wild spirit requires liberty to develop to develop
my soul requires sweet new music to play in a band
my coronary heart bursts with enjoy my blue eyes flecked with green
little bubbles of rust trusting all that I’ve been
praying for a thing that my ancestors identified as satisfaction
arrives right before a slide probably occasionally let us not bide
on these kinds of sayings of outdated that I meld with ideas new
evolving with the situations the goodness that grew
from a compact seed of loving discovered at my mother’s knee
however she remaining me much too quickly even now my ancestry
requires me to destinations that only some can picture
the mysteries of the thoughts the myths of Aladdin
magical and mystical I have been bequeathed the Present
with a cash G and a legacy that will never drift
away on the winds of improve or of time
they will always be with me constantly divine
in the silence that beckons in the lull of the storm
they keep me from harm in the valleys of Mourne
deep involving the Mountains the echoes who ended up born
sleep properly in the night wake fearless in the morn
what nonsense I write I hear a handful of people today say
I smile quietly and knowingly enigmatic as a ray
of gentle falls on the Mona Lisa lights up her encounter
I feel Leonardo experienced the Present second-sight filled with grace
sixth sense or seven no-just one who appreciates
would question it for a second that’s how legends increase
would seem I have digressed from this day of the storm
sweet Ophelia now fewer dissipates no cost from harm
the winds that had collected are calmer by some means
however I stare in speculate of this sweet here and now
as night time turns to working day and a rose-pink solar glows
the wind chimes like bells on fingers and toes
and softly and knowingly the rain starts it really is descent
washes away all the traces of this amazing occasion
straight out of digital camera I clearly show to you now
the sight that I witnessed that my eyes were authorized
to gaze on to ruminate to dedicate to my memory
a snapshot of a miracle a phenomenal legacy.

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Posted by Zen Beyond the LenZ on 2017-10-16 17:43:18

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