What we see every day
after a bit of life
we no longer see.
Then a puckish light
intrudes
and conjures a shadow
there and not there,
playing,
and we watch
with sudden sight.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Tag Archives: perception
July 1.20: Coping
The foot holds to path
but eye to farthest tree,
thus from where we are
to where we want to be.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
November 23.19
The world is gauzed
at times
and will not yield
to my need
for surety.
Blurred
smeared on itself
hinting at substance
in foamy light
dissolving at the edges
into what it isn’t,
it turns me inward
to look there.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
January 29.19
How many of me
I could see —
a me throng to pay heed to!
Alas, each me
no guarantee
of seeing what I need to.
Thanks again to photographer S.W. Berg.
Connections: February 13.18
Connections: January 28.18
Until snow falls
I cannot see
space’s eminent
sculptability.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: April 19.17
I’m told this is a propeller
what a dismal truth
I want it to be a flower
in perpetual blooming youth.
Such Goliathan florescence
mere machinery!
Why can’t everything
be what I want it to be?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: December 10.16
I will agree
quite amiably
that there can be
discrepancy
between what I see
and reality.
Thus my quandary
re verticality:
is it the tree,
or is it me?
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