That’s a lot of twos!
The white tint on the frenchman’s cap. 2020, Pentax MX, 50mm.
On the nuances of time
Why is time always running away from us?
We never seem to have enough of it,
it keeps running away, running out
and the more we rush
the quicker the grains
fall through the hour glass.
Why do we always hustle?
Always busy,
Getting ready for the next thing
Failing to attain the presence
We wish was given to us.
Fleeing away, fleeing far
Time never stops for us
Not even for one bar.
August, 2020. A.S.
Looking South West. Pentax MX, 2020.
Busy bees
All these words
and all these thoughts
All these swords
And all these bows.
Busy little bees
Making honey,
One bear comes along
Eats it all.
Thoughts, words, actions
In escalating order
of significance.
Some people deny,
Spend their lives distracted;
The mounting evidence,
Turbulent need to act
Drowned in the metaphorical bottle.
13.8.2021, A.S.
‘Lake Whisper’. Pentax MX, 50mm.
Smitten snippet
Aligning watches
Ticking as one in time
Your hair, my hands,
folding origami
as mimes.
2012, A.S.
Morning Mist. 2019, Pentax MX, 50mm.
Why does the quiet matter so?
The lone breeze on the hill
The rippling tarn on the plateau,
The banksias, the buttongrass stand still
and the fog dampens every sound.
This quiet, voiceless place matters
It may not move, but it is not dead
It may not cry but it could be sad.
The quiet matters, because some things
are difficult to hear, they are not loud
The beating of a heart, the flutter of little wings
Reflective thoughts, troublesome mice.
Quiet is the sunrise as it brings colour,
Allows any voice to be heard over it.
If we can sit, and hear the dew drop
From the flower onto a shelf of rock
We will know,
Why the quiet matters so.
-A.S. 3/12/21
Cushion plant colony. 2020, Pentax MX, 50mm, Ektar 100.