India Hobson Photography

this lens i stand quietly behind

cannot completely see

or capture all that hides inside

focusing only on a simile

a contrasting image obscures my view

its likeness revealing my soul

one letting another filter through

and leaving me fully exposed

i wish to embrace all that it might see

beauty deeper than skin

escaping this life of misery

a delicate grace from within

instead i see through a broken lens

a scene that’s tainted in truth

grateful that this photographic end

is shadowed with colors and hues

This is my submission for One Shoot Sunday at onestoppoetry.com. Click here to see some of the other submissions.

the colored hues of stone and life

perplex the eye and mind

to believe that stone is forever etched

or that these wings are very much alive

but living tis more than a beating heart

and beauty beyond the sculpt of hand

a life well lived is worthy far more

than this bird perched on the memory of a man

for the man has carved a legacy strong

a reminder of a good that once was

while the fowl sits lifeless atop a good name

and does what a good bird does

This is my submission for the Picture Prompt Challenge at One Stop Poetry. Go read some of the other submissions here.

Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears,

for mine eyes aren’t enough to behold life’s beauty.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind

and sees with a light that in my inner darkness abides.

What light through yonder window breaks?

A golden tone both elegant and soft,

its rich warmth searching for that which lusters.

All that glisters is not gold.

As the trees look in to find their place,

all the world’s a stage

for the doyen of art to show his mastery.

This thing of darkness

hinders our view of what is lovely and

of all that is worthy of mending.

Nothing can come of nothing but

such stuff as dreams are made on.

O, what men dare do!

to leave to rot this chalice of joy.

What’s done is done,

but should not keep one from doing it again

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Pray we, too, will live our scripts with abandon,

our heart’s stage ever breathing the words of the author.

To him and to thine own self be true.

This is my submission for a One Stop Poetry’s Picture Prompt Challenge. The picture, shown above, led me to interact with remnants of Shakespeare. It’s quite a bit more than just a caption!

See other postings to this prompt here.

snowflakes falling

every one unique

beauty

quiet

i open my mouth

but not to speak

can’t hide the footsteps

know where i’ve been

dirtied

trampled

scattered all about

it’s fine until then

sun remains hidden

grey sending down white

gloomy

lovely

day behind the clouds

soft before the night

This is my submission for One Shot Wednesday for OneStopPoetry.

Go there to read other submissions for the week.