Arrows & Metaphors

Tag: photograhy

  • Countdown

    Time spent

    In this commercial space

    Immeasurable

    Nights, days, collide

    Growing this business

    Has left many gaps in this blog

    Months, years of silence

    Yet, words collide

    Meeting me in disbelief

    And in this mutuality

    I break my fast

    Before dawn

  • When we met

    Your less•ness

    Was more

    Gazing at you

    Felt elegant

    Over mirrors

    While you traced

    Curvatures of my faith

    Christ, hanging over us

    More preciser than light

    And yet, you took me

    Through a straight line

    Inviting flames to our bed

    Sparks to invisible

    For poetry to withstand

  • Distance•r

    I see • you

    Bringing rain

    To my hands

    Like a plant • waits

    To become • a tree

    Who am • I

    To • you

    In this whole earth

    Equating love

    For leaves

  • Realities

    My dad would always tell me, repeatedly.

    ‘You don’t pick the wrong men, they pick you’

    This always resonates when finding myself in that sort of situation.

    I’m quite imperfect couldn’t keep a marriage, not for lack of trying.

    Tried to give my sons the illusion of balance. That didn’t last, it was soul crushing.

    My sons are now grown men, and have a clear understanding of my side of the story.

    Yes, there are two sides.

    A high percentage of women leave – to live – not to be with someone else.

    I’ve lived, loved, and raised two men.

    Empty nest, feels loud.

    Their happiness and relationships, validates all efforts.