Poem & Photo by Adam Dustus
In the dogged final hours
Withering noon daylight
Parching coarse, unrelenting sun
Before a field of scorched rust grass
Considering done
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Considering done
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Unmoved through life
Old terminal bud blooms alone
Time ticks open solitude
Emerging under grayscale
It's true colors shown
Time ticks open solitude
Emerging under grayscale
It's true colors shown
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Pray tell, cannot help wondering
If everything revealed to thee
Smooth and sweet like history
What in fact would anyone see?
Beautiful flower or unwholesome weed?
Checking Saint Peter or nothing believed?
Myriad views, variance perceived
Boring hours awaiting eve...
Soon to grave and God with speed
If everything revealed to thee
Smooth and sweet like history
What in fact would anyone see?
Beautiful flower or unwholesome weed?
Checking Saint Peter or nothing believed?
Myriad views, variance perceived
Boring hours awaiting eve...
Soon to grave and God with speed
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Searching right answers
No judgment agreed
Scientists, theology
Myths of yore, Astrology
Feelings across Geography
From lateral roots
Graphs, Botany
Taps buried beneath while
Clotting nodes keep insisting
Under arms with human reach
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Perspectives for life emerge
Clusters lie, inner surge
Asking why?
This heat profound
Anchored roots, cutaneous ground
Dumb luck my wishing never found
No thorny set this cyan crown
Like when a friend died
And I came around
Thoughts of you
When the snow falls down
No judgment agreed
Scientists, theology
Myths of yore, Astrology
Feelings across Geography
From lateral roots
Graphs, Botany
Taps buried beneath while
Clotting nodes keep insisting
Under arms with human reach
*
Perspectives for life emerge
Clusters lie, inner surge
Asking why?
This heat profound
Anchored roots, cutaneous ground
Dumb luck my wishing never found
No thorny set this cyan crown
Like when a friend died
And I came around
Thoughts of you
When the snow falls down
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*I wrote the above poem in a park near my home—
The photo was taken along the side of a walkway.
The final image was created in Photoshop.
*I wrote the above poem in a park near my home—
The photo was taken along the side of a walkway.
The final image was created in Photoshop.
i enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeletethanks.
I love the sense of searching delving into the past. Almost like something is just out of reach.
ReplyDeleteNice poetry Adam
and the shot exquisite
Moon smiles
A fantastic piece..the image and the way you have produced it it excellent and then the poem...some great stuff mate..you really have captured something here...there is a lot to chose from here, the reflection, the questioning of faith, in both oneself and the almighty..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteoh the break was very good for you wasnt it adam...smiles. sharp write...
ReplyDeleteI'll bet you take pictures of the pretty dandelions too, just like I do.
ReplyDeleteA nice, thoughtful ode and one terrific picture!
Happy Friday! Moon, Pete, and Leslie... you three are awesome and did such an excellent job this week. Leslie, the last One Shoot Sunday was outstanding. And I've been getting positive comments regarding our One Shot Wednesday festivities. Great Job :) @n. davis : glad you liked it
ReplyDelete@Eric : lol first time trying. Was stung by a bee. Ouch
You dealt with so many difficult things here. Good job!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Adam! I like the way you deal with the dryness fragility of what has passed. There is such a lot going on here in this poem - a sense of time and timelessness, memory, nostalgia, seeking answers...
ReplyDeleteThe photo in all its silver really was a good choice to use too!
Gorgeous image! All hail the power of the photoshop. Delightful. Makes the photographer in me feel all warm and fuzzy.
ReplyDeleteAnd some lovely poetry, too. Thoughtful piece, and it is working on so many levels and encompassing so many topics. A pleasure for the senses, Adam. That break was good to you, I see!
Lovely imagery and deep feeling. Very nice!
ReplyDelete@ Maureen & annell Appreciate your respective feedback :) Have a nice weekend
ReplyDelete@ Echostains : always grateful for your insights and encourage everyone to try your poetry challenge...
Echostains Poetry Challenge: Vincent could have told you
@ Chris G: Hail to PS! lol
very well done on both pieces. i feel a tinge of lonliness, or maybe it's the search itself...
ReplyDeletesmiles,
This was like looking into a photograph from the past, and reminiscing...
ReplyDeleteIt was a lovely fascinating read, Adam!
And the picture is really beautiful! Perfect focus!!
Glad to see you're back and hitting the written word.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem
Great poem, but I just love that photo!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I love the imagery suggestive of "scorched rust grass."
ReplyDeleteYou got all that from that one little plant? You're sick, Adam. Good sick.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your unique talent with us once again.
Appreciate all the kind feedback, Friends. I love being part of One Stop!
ReplyDeleteIf anyone is interested, I just posted for the Echostains Poetry Challenge...
Dustus’ Poem about Van Gogh
love the questions that a sit in the park can provoke...nice dustus...bkm
ReplyDeleteMe too, ..bkm
ReplyDeleteThe park is my favorite place for writing poetry. cheers