prose – Page 9

luster

October 22, 2019 etikser

I popped the button on the car radio, and heard John Lennon’s voice. He was in the middle of a comment about doing music, painting, etc. He said these were the chocolate in life. I can’t find his words online, so I hope I’m not mis-quoting him too badly.

When I look out at the waterfront scene in this picture, I see color, energy, passion. Luster.

Without all the red, though, the umbrellas, the chairs, what’s there? Something serene, scenic. Quiet, pretty.

But…umm…lackluster.

There are parts of our lives, parts of us, parts of what we do, the way we live, that give us luster, don’t you think?

Like a fine piece of chocolate.

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life, photography, prose, writing

glitter

October 22, 2019October 22, 2019 etikser

*It starts with a raised eyebrow, a sigh, a glow.*
*Moments that fizz and ferment and sparkle.*

*Lobes fire up a conversation of thoughts and blurred images*
*in the nooks and crannies of the mind.*
*And far below the surface,*
*deep in the richest layers of our human-ness,*
*a sensory explosion of emotion flares.*

*The subtle living tension of the soul.*

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life, memories, ocean, photo

midnight

September 25, 2019September 24, 2019 etikser

I remember the night I took this picture. The sea oats tempted me, and the ocean breeze taunted me. I wanted to see if I could capture something of the magic. The tall sea oak stalks, a soft ivory, bending against the backdrop of the evening sky. When I see this picture now, I see comfy shorts, a baggy cotton tee, vacation hair, and clammy wind. The wood gate swinging open, and a pause to consider if this is a good idea, walking away from the dimly lit planks, down the path to a deserted beach. Stepping away from civilization, alone with the wide stretch of sand and dark ocean. Scary and wonderfully invigorating at the same time. A minute or two when the rest of life was irrelevant. I didn’t wander far, but I tried over and over to catch the stalks in between back and forth. Futile, of course. I couldn’t escape the blur. A little blur for the feel of the ocean breeze. A fair trade.

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iridescent

cerulean

September 17, 2019February 28, 2022 etikser

rock solid
waves of hardened iridescence
glistening
like ocean swells of liquid reflection
rippling
under cerulean skies

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green, life, personal writing, photo, rural, writing

outside the window

September 8, 2019September 8, 2019 etikser

Inside, confined, my seat belt tugging. Cool air moving, touching my face. I turn to the right, to the view outside. A wooden fence that went on forever and lush green grass clover countryside.

A light misty rain.

And a fast moving glimpse of today.

[I wasn’t driving, just aimed and clicked.]

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blue, life, ocean

at the break of day

September 2, 2019June 2, 2022 etikser

endless sky

currents of ocean air

and soft grains of wet sand along the shore

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life, personal writing, photo, photography, poem, prose, summer, writing

morning coffee on the back porch

August 19, 2019August 26, 2019 etikser

your bothered sigh
another day

a squeak
a bang

sliding doors

nearby voices fading far
muffled jumble
meaningless words

engines and brakes
thumps and car doors
invisible airplane overhead purr

a singular
dispirited
gnarling bark

hums
buzz
someone’s busy outdoor chores

then

quiet
nothing
but wind and birds and bugs silence

til

a swishing swirl
swiftly spinning
bicycle wheels

one more sip, your final gulp
sun up sounds
summer’s day waking up

nature, personal writing, photo, prose, writing

day dreaming

August 13, 2019August 19, 2019 etikser

So picture this….

Button down shirt, white jeans, bare feet. Surrounded by trees, the sound of birds and trickling water. Looking into Patrick Swayze’s eyes. His voice explaining how he got into dancing.

He motions to you. Motions for you to join him. Out there, on the limb, over the creek. You think. No…. No…. No way….

Next thing you know, he pulls you up into in his arms.

Perfect posture, your chin up, elbows raised, toes clinging to the scratchy bark. And then…you’re both smiling. Giggling. Doing goofy, silly, 60’s style dance moves. Forward and then backward. Along that log, over the creek.