In your village of leaves
If I were a child
I’d be lost in your places
Playing for hours
In your cracks and spaces
I sink like stones
Pleasure in your groans
Strange beauty of your bones
In this place I am known
Cradled by your arms
Rocked by your shade
Sing me to sleep
In sheets of memories made
There is peace here
Though stillness is rare
Protection from fear
Relief from care
Thank you, Banyan
I’m inspired by your reach
Exposing your roots
Is a graceful way to teach
If you walk this path,
The fence is broken.
Wood is rotting.
Hurt is spoken.
On this side,
Weeds grow tall.
Rails are split.
No flowers at all.
I don’t mind disrepair
And it doesn’t seem to fix.
But love wanders away from me
If I’ve got no tools or bricks.
I’m tired of trying
To mend this fence.
It’s hopeless work.
It doesn’t make sense.
I try again to build it up–
Have something strong.
But people come to kick it down,
Tell me that I’m wrong.
I’m done trying to mend it.
Best to let it fall.
After all, what’s a fence?
If not just another wall.
Now if you walk this path,
The fence has been removed.
The hurt is still securely there,
But the land is much improved.
Eat your treat in the tub, please.
That should make clean-up a breeze.
It’s okay if your pop drips.
It’s okay if you’ve got messy lips.
You’ve chewed the flavor clear to the stick!
Splinters on the tongue if you take one more lick.
Just don’t leave your wooden handle
On top of my aromatherapy candle.
Old pic of Lilli-2009. Another shot for film photography class. Love this shot. Candid. And I like the composition as well. It’s a bit washed out, but I don’t mind. 🙂 I like the contrast of the dark shower wall and her dark features with the bright, white tub and curtain.
Can I just say, this is one of my most favorite candid shots of my family?
Shot on film. Developed in the lab as an exposure test. Scanned in.
So the strips in exposure are from trying different levels in the developing lab, to get the right one, under the direction of my Photography 101 professor. (I had just returned to school for the second time to get my two-year graphic design degree) I never developed a final exposure, so all I had was this one. But it’s my favorite. The looks on their faces are precious. The almost-smiles break my heart.
This was Fall 2009, so Lilli was just 6 years old, Kindergarten. So adorable. Her face is just one big piece of cutie pie. Most of the time, I would just ask for a kiss because I couldn’t resist those soft, suede-y cheeks. She looks like a French child from a black and white independent film. Zut alors! Those bangs!
So glad I caught this moment on film. And I kind of like the strips.
This could be an ad for Nikon with the bag in the background! LOL Live free and Nikon!
And Guy! You’re so handsome! Sacre bleu!
Tired, happy children
Piled on top of Pop.
Cuddled on his wrinkled clothes
Upon his lap they’d hop.
Relaxed and tousled jams,
Schlubby socks and drooping eyes.
From contented smiles and deep, sweet breaths
Happiness will rise.
Safe and sound for now,
We were once a family.
Photographic evidence unnecessary.
But helpful. 🙂
My dad and my two oldest siblings.
Each of these people
Were made by two parents.
Molded and shaped
By opinions, thoughts and variants.
These two people
Made four more humans.
They didn’t do it perfectly.
In fact, our family’s in ruins.
Their legacy was not premeditated.
Their good intentions paved the way,
To Hell and back and there again–
Four lanes without delay.
This kiss and marriage caught some place
Between Heaven and Hell.
A dark, rock-hard place between their love
Is where my childhood fell.
Like a photograph that floats down
Behind a dresser, trapped by wall.
Forgotten with time, buried by dust.
Neglected, unseen by all.
Their love made me.
Shouldn’t I be thankful for this?
I couldn’t think of something more lovely
Than a passionate wedding kiss.
Thankful to be here. No matter what.