Tissue Paper Wings

A butterfly passed Between cars today Evading traffic Not long to stay Happy and yellow She fluttered above The line of metal Cars desperate to get From here to there All too unaware Of the beauty In the sky With a wistful “Hello,” And a cordial “Goodbye,” On tissue paper wings She flies

A Deconstructed Photo

      Bright, radiating and buxom; dynamic rays aim down. Vibrant, azure and expansive; an expertly painted backdrop. Fluffy, white and scattered; performing a whimsical dance. Vast, chilled and merciless; never-ending, crashing below. Rigid, harsh and constructed; laboring strength to display the next. Designed, forged and formed; enticingly intricate scrollwork. Natural, sketched and reflected;… Read More A Deconstructed Photo