One thing that often irks me with posting photographs, people are not interested in the photo as composition, as lighting or any of the things I look for in a photo. They always have to remark like where was it taken, what kind of camera, I was married there, etc. It’s not a composition, it’s just a record of a place they know. The quality doesn’t matter.
Let the water and the word
Ever abide within the soul
A vessel with which to go
Eternal words forever heard.
Thorns worn from her words
She wrote over and over
The wind I have heard
I have heard
I have heard
I have heard
by john clare stokes
Strike the bells of praise... For today the invasion was stayed... Strong upon the wind in all their glory... Flew the Loggerhead Army... To impale the swarming maelstrom... Butchers from heaven come... By night the victory fires we light... Offerings to Jehovah.... for His Loggerhead Shrikes!
With canvas clutched he comes
To hear the coveted well-done son
The little Vincent of starry eye
Swirling on the primary oils
With hours long the artist toils
From the studio he runs
To hear a father say
Well done son
But the words never come
And so the artist caps the tubes
No longer to a father runs
Who never found time to say
Well done son
Take time to tell someone
Well done
You may be the only one.
