Posted in Photography 101: Solitude & the Rule of Thirds (Day Five)
Poetry, Photography
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds” Percy Bysshe Shelley
Birds-eye View
Sitting, watching, observing
From it all, everything learning
Finally finding what it was searching
Into large wings morphing
And into the winds surfing
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Weightless
“Oh Gravity, Thou Art a Heartless Bitch” – Sheldon Cooper – The Big Bang Theory
Weightless, Two
Gliding across the skies
Between the clouds she flies
Sometimes out loud she cries
But up there, no one hears
Of her fears
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Weightless
Some of the things that always remind me of gravity include (but are certainly not limited to):
* Dancing all night long after the age of 30.
* Carrying a human baby for more than three minutes.
* News of a plane crash right before I embark on a trip (because that’s when all planes crash).
* Putting on skis for the first time in a couple of years.
* Building blocks. Especially building blocks.
“Oh Gravity, Thou Art a Heartless Bitch” – Sheldon Cooper – The Big Bang Theory
Weightless, One
Wings spread to the widest
When on the wind she rides
Feelings of being fearless
When up in the air she is,
Weightless
Writing 101, Day Four: A story in a single image
Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one image as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.
“Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings” Victor Hugo
In Flight
Flying through the air
Without a single care
A beauty with flare
Innocence unaware
Flapping her wings
While the wind sings
Sky feels like spring
A scene well worthy
Of kings
Rantings Of A Third Kind 