Balance

 skyward pull
the water below
balance

 

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Photo: Watson Lake, Prescott, AZ, c.b.w. 2013

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019

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Bend

leafless branches
bend the light
and dance

 

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Photo: Granite Dells, Prescott, AZ, c.b.w. 2013

The desert seems so barren and devoid of life, but the light that dances across the crevices and through leafless branches is boundless. It touches everything leaving warmth and a sense of something divine and unstoppable. Shadows are few yet not without purpose; they are a place where thoughts collect and wait for the silence of night.

Words: c.b.w. 2019

Lacuna

The walls encroach, oblivious to what they’ll crush.

Eroded paths curve and narrow, teasing unsure souls. Sturdy stones can crumble like chalk with just one touch.

Is there an exit or just the illusion of escape? Open doors sometimes have invisible locks.

Nowhere to climb, the sky looms wide. The windows are closed, the glass is clean.

Rainless ground plays tricks on the mind. Light is not real. Green is just a dream.

Shadows paint pictures of ghosts, yet quell the fire that rages inside.

On the horizon, vines grow wild with forbidden fruit.

A shaky hand reaches for emerald keys.

Granite Dells, Prescott, Arizona
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2014

Flare

Watson Lake, near Prescott, AZ
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2014

Mirror

Watson Lake, Prescott, AZ
Photo (2013) and Words (2014) by: c.b.w.

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c.b.w. 2014