Sunday, 25 March 2012

The Real Me

image: Duane Michals
Why, when people look upon my visage,
It is only one facet that they see?

More than simply meets the eye
Clearly there is to me.

I gaze into my looking glass
And this is what I see...

A simple living human being
With more complexity.

Sunday, 18 March 2012

The Demise of Daylight Savings

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt 109

image: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
David was always
a meticulous public servant.
Years he has devoted
to calculations and derivations.
So intricate and complex,
the inner movements of time,
he toils through
the dawn trying to get it just right.

"Just a slight bit more,"

he sighs as he nudges
the works with pseudo-surgical precision.
His life work nearing fruition,
the demise of daylight savings time.

Posted for Magpie Tales
photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Cognitive Cataracts

Uzengia Alexander Nedic
The Magpie Tales
Photo Prompt 108

Bleary images
of warm sunny days
when everything seemed
so perfectly clear.

Times spent frivolously
with no vision
for the future.

Now looking back,
pining to return
to those carefree moments.

Cognitive cataracts 
smudging the warm
vibrant colourful memories
into leaden obscurity.

Is it time,
or age 
that clouds the senses?

posted for Magpie Tales
photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Imperfect Perfection

Beth's Perfect Apple
From the mind,
from the heart,
and from the hand
of a child,
comes such imperfect perfection.

Their minds so clear and unjaded,
able to see the world
with all it's vibrant colours.

To see and to be comfortable
with all the minor flaws inherent
in all things and yet still see their beauty
is next to divine.

Unto us on this earth
God bestows his precious angels
to remind us of how perfect imperfection is.


Try to disguise who one really is inside.
Image by Sarolta Ban, courtesy of Tess Kincaid of The Magpie Tales
The unceasing glare of eyes larger than life
piercing into one's very soul.
There is no hiding, no refuse.
A never-ending silent inquisition.
Is it real or only in the mind,
our societal superiority complex?
Can one not just be themselves in front of one set
of loving, omniscient eyes alone?