A fearsome lock
On a broken gate:
The last word
On what happens
When it's all over:
The sun shines equally
On your back and mine
The breeze sifts through
The pine boughs
The apples braid their way
Out of the graveyard
And into the wilderness.
Deer graze. Hawks glide.
The sun rises, rises, rises.
And we are here
Where the sun will continue to rise.
We will continue to be here.
All is well.
26 Comments
You must be busy! What a cool picture together with your words-
ReplyDelete"The sun shines equally
On your back and mine
The breeze sifts through
The pine boughs
The apples braid their way
Out of the graveyard
And into the wilderness" Really liked these lines Sandy-
You are good! Both with words and camera. I love visiting you!
ReplyDelete'A fearsome lock' - this picture did give me a chill, as I'm writing a story about a character who was once a prisoner and has scars from the shackles he once wore. I really get into my characters' heads!
ReplyDeleteSuch an amazing photograph and beautiful words....I really like this. Your blog is very moving... I will continue reading back. Thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSmiles
what a great poem to go along with your wonderful Pic Sandy!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun day that was too, thank you for sharing it with me!
Used up,
ReplyDeleteI still have value
rusted,
I still serves a purpose
if for no other reason then
poetic notions ---
I am still useful
I am inspiring
Sandy this picture is speaking to me ... inspiring me. Thank you.
What a picture...
ReplyDeleteI feel like this picture looks. I miss my pine trees. I can see, feel hear the wind sifting...
ReplyDeletelove the rusty lock and the thoughtful words...
ReplyDeleteI liked the detachment, as well as the equanimity here,
ReplyDeletenice poem, Sandy :)
wishes,
devika
Grave and deep
ReplyDeletebut wreathed in nature
and hope
at the end.
well done, Sandy!
Aloha-
love the pic and poetry... you have mad skills :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting find and comparison. Isn't it something what kinds of things we photograph in this digital age that inspire us to write so beautifully?
ReplyDeleteWonderful photo in perfect light.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy your poetry! When I remember to visit you I can feel my heart lean forward in anticipation of what you have written this time...
Excellent post, Sandy. Like the image and the fine poem.
ReplyDeleteI often think with amazement the world was existing and the sun was shining before our birth.
you've matched a really nice photo with very reflective words.
ReplyDeleteAwesome photography Sandy, and thank you for popping onto my blog, I appreciate your comments!
ReplyDeletepowerful words and photo!
ReplyDeleteWhat a powerful image. Both the photo and the word picture. Just ... so Sandy.
ReplyDeleteI really love your work.
An excellent poem to round off the picture.
ReplyDeleteOk, the fence/gate reminds me of a cemetery, the sun is not allowed to shine when it's over.
ReplyDeleteYou have a way with words. :)
Amen, amen!
ReplyDeletethen... the chance is closed.
ReplyDeleteWhen it's all over:
ReplyDeleteThe sun shines equally
On your back and mine
Sandy,
Great writing and the perfect picture with it.
So very true, Sandy. I came back from my visit home, feeling just like that. It has been a intense struggle for me for 4 years or so. This poem speaks directly to my heart. Great job!
ReplyDeleteA marvelous musing . . . with an intriguing photo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.