Wreckage afloat ..
Batteling
an inevitable fall
With a tenuous grip
Hanging to a
vanishing hope
Oh distant birds
coming or
departing away…
Is it a sunrise treat
or a sunset ailing and
doped
Mayday , mayday..
ashes in thin air …
A battered soul holding to
wreckage
officially … still
afloat ..
Tarekofcairo
Posted on August 31, 2012, in Photography, Poems and tagged Canon 600 DSLR, hope, Nile, Poems, poetry, TarekOfCairo, Wreckage. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
Photography flawless… but subject of poem is sad to me Tarek. The battered soul is still holding on though, and the wreckage it thankfully still officially afloat. This also speaks of hope, and I will focus there. May the tenuous grip maintain its strength until the sun does rise again. Sending Loving Wishes for across the universe ~RL
I don’t seem to have your limitless courage and hope but I will hold to your rays across the universe .. Thank you dear RL ..
I am not as courageous as you might imagine… much is me trying to generate the courage through the creative work… but connection with others like you does energize the process… I hope my rays (maybe it’s across the planet;) can bring you some good inspiration and energy — I will be hopeful for us both ~ x
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Stunning image of many muted colors, of life worn….hanging on…we often feel that way but look how beautifully we can grow old…sad but stirring Tarek…..
“How beautiful we grow old” … What a beautiful thought … mmmm …. May be some kids will jump into this wreckage , and life can bounce back …
Hello Tarek, take a look at my blog today!
Hope you don’t mind that I edited it a bit…xomeryl