It hasn't been the easiest of days but I had to keep my nose to the grindstone with a mountain of editing after a full weekend of shooting. I am so fortunate that there are aspects of my work that I find very meditative which is the state I achieve when editing images without disruption. With another three major events scheduled for this week, I know that I will have to keep on top of all the post production work.
Today is also the first day, that I am at a complete loss as to what to write, or what the theme of today's post should be about. And that is OK, a daily project like a 365 needs to have its own challenges from time to time. Inspiration will return, but until then I will share another free verse written during a more creative and inspired time.
Moonbeams and Sunbeams
Feel a feeling
See a sight
Riding a moonbeam on a sunny day -
Imagination stretched across the seas, from heaven to hell
Existence therein is only a part of the Reality I perceive
Within my brain
Blown away by a drug that's not cocaine.
Can you see past my shell?
A fragment lies on the beach, over there.
If you tread carefully so
Maybe you can catch me
Before a wave breaks upon the sunbeams
Beating down on a sandy shore.
A rose petal fallling down, burning brown
In the dying clay of my forsaken body.
But,
A temple of doom living in my head
Pounds out images that could quickly destroy
That fleeting feeling
Of slipping, sliding down
On a silver thread in a golden shower.
With a tormented sound
(my muscles are aching)
A bubble bursts from the bud of a rose
A mandala swirls,
Clouding an image already dying.
Gnarled and twisted the trees seem,
(Oh, how skeptical I must be!)
Where the birds are fighting to be free
to soar past eternity.
The dragons snapping at their heels
are enjoying cannibalistic envy.
(a portrayal of my destiny?)
The bubble bursts, setting a man free
diving into cool, cool waters
of a calm, potentially turbulent sea.
I watch all this from a mind's eye
Ready to escape
With a moonbeam in my pocket
and the sun shining from my eyes.
Flying Solo Tip 080365 : When we struggle against the natural ebb and flow of life, we will surely drown.