Waves

Photograph by NigelCallender

What life in waves,
what power
to rise and crush,
and clam again.
What façade this sea,
What trickery.

- Kaosar

 

Tonight

Photograph by flimseflo

I hear your sounds tonight
in this deep dark night
the little little dancing
the loud loud noise

I see your sights tonight
in this deep dark night
the bright bright flashing
the hard hard strike

“angry night”
they say tonight
but I know you’re about…
dancing and flashing
loud and bright
snickering and smiling
all in pure delight

and I know you
    I feel you
for I was just so not long before
so will this night away
thunder and lightning
will it your way
swing it to your beat
sing it to your tune
it’s your night tonight
do with it as you choose

- Kaosar

 

Touch…Feel

photograph by the opera mafia

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched … but are felt in the heart.”

- Helen Keller

 

Wanderer

Photograph by Blinkr

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.

—J.R.R. Tolkien

 

Second Sight

Photograph by _schadenfreude

 

When words are a second sight then blindness can rob me of nothing.
I have written in darkness as if I have written in light.

 

- Kaosar

 

The Loss of Time

Photograph by sc-jurgen

“We take no note of time
But from its loss.”

- Edward Young

 

Passages

Photograph by ryan loucks photography

Sometimes I write down passages from the books I read for the sheer beauty in which the words are written. Sometimes they are a mere three words and sometimes whole pages.

Sometimes it is the simplicity of the words that carry the complexity of a lifetime. And sometimes it is the complexity of the meaning so simply understood in the moment.

Sometimes it is not the words that is of value or their relevance to the story, life, wisdom, or beauty, but rather the moment in which they were read, unveiled to the eyes, grasped by the mind, and felt – wholly, abandonedly.

Sometimes I write down passages from the books I read.

- Kaosar

 

The Burden of Nothing

 
Photograph by Ana Santos

There are times when a body is so tired that even the mind feels its burden. The vitals that ought to function do so only as to assure that the basest form of survival is met. That the heart beats and the lungs take and give what they ought. There is no thought given to thought so long as this moment indulges the next. And time becomes a mere sound, a formation of the lips, a nuisance utterance – of no matter, no consequence, no meaning.

- Kaosar

 

Nothing More

Photograph by Lumase

“Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say.”

He said.

“Nothing more, never.”

- Alessandro Baricco (Silk p. 52) The Reading List

 

Between Here & The Horizon

Photograph by Ilina S.

“He could make out Hara Kei’s palace on the far side of the village, barely larger than the other houses, but surrounded by huge cedars that protected its solitude. Herve Joncour continued to look at it, as though there stood nothing else between here and the horizon. Thus he saw,
finally,
suddenly,
the sky above the palace spotted with thousands of birds in flight, as though they had exploded from the earth, birds of every kind, flying all over the place in frantic terror, singing and crying, an explosive fireworks of wings, clouds of colour shot against the light, sounds of terror, music in flight, fleeing through the sky.
Herve Joncour smiled.”

- Alessandro Baricco (Silk, p. 43)

 

Where I Lie

Photograph by Michael A. Blanchard

Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above, the vaulted sky.

- John Clare