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I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Showing posts with label illusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illusion. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2011

HAIKU


Eerily flaming
Rising into Earth’s night sky
Rare parigee moon
 
Marie Elena

Photos by Keith R. Good


Keith captured these vastly different photos of the March 19, 2011 "supermoon" above the Maumee River.   

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

JANUARY SNOWS

First comes the thaw.
A heartless tease from a gentle breeze,
bringing showers and hours of warm.
No storm in site; just the right temperature
to make a nice White Christmas
a fond memory. Every sensory stimulus
is less provoking as I stand, choking back
my enthuiasm. A wide chasm between
reality and what I know to be an illusion.
It is this intrusion of this lake; unfrozen and
enabling, labeling these shores as
the snow capital of nowhere. Glancing to stare,
aware that the forecast calls for resurgent flurries.
You scurry to catch a quick glimpse of the skies
and there before your eyes you realize.
The snow machine is well in tune.
I hope it ends before we hit June!


Walt

Sunday, December 12, 2010

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

Christmas lights.
Blinking, twinkling.
Red, yellow, blue.
Green and white; burns all night, bright.
Beacons of light in a mid-December snowfall.
Offering a brilliance not seen since early fall.
Silent, accenting vignettes of serenity.
A Christmas amenity:
strung and hung,
eclectic and electric.
Blinking, twinkling.
Red, yellow, blue.
Green and white, burns all night. Bright
Christmas lights.



Walt

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

FOREST FIRE

Rising out of the trees,
a misty wafting of moisture raising 
skyward amidst the changing leaves, colors
ablaze against an ashen sky. Much heat in the 
oranges, warmth in the golden hues, the 
crackle of crimson, crisp and clear
From here, as 
the morning 
awakens, my 
soul is shaken 
by the beauty,
and stirred by 
the illusion; 
visual intrusion
of autumnal foliage,
appearing to smolder as night bids adieu.


Walt