"Stone walls do not a prison make"

The title is from ‘To Althea from prison’ by Richard Lovelace

From Colour Contrast Continuity

Songs without words hang on my wall,
I sit beside a silent waterfall,
Yet I can hear clearly a mountain’s call,
Echoing past me and down the hall,
The music runs and races over rocks,
Cymbals sound recording the shocks,
Suddenly a solo flute flies with the air,
Giving a virtuoso performance so rare,
Rolling drums greet the notes that dare
To cascade carrying a melody so fair.

From Colour Contrast Continuity

I sit beside an old oak tree,
Singing autumnal airs silently,
A cello plays low and hauntingly,
Waves of music pass over me,
I hear time’s echo ring tubular bells,
And the yearning song of yesterday swells,
A river of memories flow with the beat,
Free-floating leaves linger to lay a soft sheet,
Golden tones drop to sleep at my feet,
A symphony ends with sound solemn but sweet.

From Colour Contrast Continuity

I sit beside a cave looking out,
And hear the echo of danger’s loud shout,
Strong strident chords dispel any doubt,
I hide to avoid an impending rout,
Here the moon’s music plays in the day,
Reflecting sound softly from hard walls in play,
A violin paints a pool of violently bright light,
A viola answers with the vision of night,
I hear and for a moment in time touch the might
That orchestrated such an awesome sight.


My photographs are of prints of photographs taken in the Lake District by J. Sparks.
They hang on my living room wall where my workstation is situated.

Deep Down

From Colour Contrast Continuity

Dive,
Strive to stay
Alive,

Breathe,
Seethe and lay
A wreath,

Die,
Sigh and say
We cry,

Stay,
Lay a way,
They say.

Monochrome

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Drained of colour I flee to find
Sanctuary for a damaged mind,
Drained of courage I run away,
I would be a fool to stay.

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In colour’s absence contrast rules,
In stormy skies and rippling pools,
And a small fragile flower sways
While the simplest music plays.

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Soft light wraps a sleeping giant
In lissom airs lithe and pliant,
Captured motion time cannot hold
Lies bound by bitter cold.

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Beauty silently takes the stage,
Dispelling all destructive rage,
Showing every colour in one,
Living a life that light won.

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Mood

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Two,
Too blue,
You and me
True,

Two,
Too true,
You and me,
Cue,

Two,
Too few,
You and me,
True.

Hover Above Obsession

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Words are nothing but tools to convey the picture one mind saw to another mind that can see.
Just like Photoshop we use words as tools to improve the picture or destroy it with unnecessary additions.
Keep it simple.
Keep it true.
Truth is simple and universal.
Then speak,

Some may not only listen but also hear,

Music,

In the language of passion.

The last line was added in order to try to make this entry clearer for you. Please refer to 'Exercise' for a more detailed explanation.

Generating

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From two come more to cast,
Shadows on the water,
Like free thought that plays
With light and darkness,
And must grow with both
To form an image
That speaks.


And some will gather strength
To move silently on
And complete the dance
With light and darkness,
And grow to show both
Form the last image
That speaks.

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A Gift for the Sun

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A ribbon wraps the dance with light,
Water held by frozen fingers
Sings a silent song to the sun,
For freedom.


When did she learn the song of the moon?
During the long winter night,
And now she serenades him,
In the morning.


A river of music flows,
Within a symphony of stars,
A wreath laid to the memory
Of the darkest hour,


When she danced in the shadow of death,
His mask fell to cover her face,
And music in moonlight taught her
Saving grace.

For Valentine's Day

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When love is in the air breathe deep,
And then Time will slow down to keep
That memory alive for longer,
While hearts grow stronger.

Shutters Open

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Over the water the laughter ran,
Like an echo of a bubbling brook,
Only requiring a fleeting look
From one that shows how silence can
Speak louder than any shout or scream,
And send it dancing on its’ way,
Showing the joy of innocent play,
That must pass like a fading dream.



Do not cry for the loss of youth,
Remember the follies and smile,
Maturity brings grace and style,
That dances with the light of truth.
Hearts shining with an inner glow,
Illuminate the darkest hour,
And like the lily’s fragrant flower
Bring fresh beauty where waters flow.



Over the ages let wisdom show,
That truth is in the simplest law,
And less always proves to be more,
Wherever it’s allowed to grow.
No song can match a silent grace,
That captures light with every move,
And then reflects it all to prove
Chaos can’t disturb serenity’s face.

Let it Snow

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Unseen hands cast countless spells so rare that no two are the same,
Time gives each a unique existence that must be sacrificed to any embrace from another,
Together they reflect all light back to the heavens that gave them birth,
Fragile individual beauty combines and produces an unconquerable power,
Until the heavens relent and exchange the echo of the first gift for the last,

And the sun returns,

Water flows,
Drink,

Blood flows,
With every heartbeat.

Catch or Caught

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A mist folds round a fisherman,
Will dedication bring a reward?
Or will chance as with love grown old
Fade away like the morning dew?


Silence hangs over the water,
And sinks below the surface like a lure
Tempting the trees to drown their crowns
In a world that holds all the sky.


The reward waits to be unwrapped,
A priceless present of pure peace,
Reeled out the bonds that bind fall
And are lost among calm reflections.

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Still waters will always run deep,
What past predator lies waiting
In the shadows of mindless thought
To devour the wanderer that merely dreams?


When the battle commences, wake!
Or surely you shall die, drowned
With the sleeping, no longer keeping
True to the law given to life.


Then the mirror will turn around,
And the skies shall hold the world
Wrapped like a priceless present
Given to life freely with love.

Verging on Rebellion

Martha's A-Z Photo Challenge

V is for Verge

Follow the LINK to join in and see other entries

From Visual Counterpoint

With the disrespect of nature for a neat edge,
A small animal toiled through the night,
Living in a hidden world without light,
Heaving brown hills over level green sedge,
Declaring an older right to the land,
Rebounding from foreign frontiers,
With a determination that endears
Me to a wild creature’s courageous stand.

Dancing with Moonlight

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Water in mercurial mood
Captures moonlight for the last dance,
And a simple song of silence
Moves magically through the scene,
Gathering the liquid music,


A moment held in memory
Lives forever in the silence,
And sings through time without telling
The secret it captured for life.

A change is as good as a rest

I have decided to take a rest from writing until I am in less pain.
I have started a journal where I am posting only photographs with accompanying captions. I intend to try to improve my camera skills which at the moment rely totally on the auto position.
I am also having fun in Photoshop.

Thank you to everyone who has followed this blog and for your valued comments. I hope to see you at Colour Contrast Continuity