The photos of mine I like most are the ones which serve as a springboard for words or stories. I never push it. If it comes, it comes. But sometimes just sitting in front of an image things are triggered and the words flow. Sometimes, I leave them with the photograph on Flickr and other times I delete them. In the coming year, I am going to compile them into a little book.

September was a good month for my photography. There are several images I like, but the one I am choosing has a short poem which was inspired by the image. The old adage of ignorance being bliss is true here. The things we know can eat away at us, but we can banish them too. Not easy, I know.

 

a clippety clop it goes
this nagging knowingness

a drip-dropping aloneness
a still-of-night remoteness

a head-flopping heaviness

this nagging knowingness

a shrunken world below us
a carved out hollowness within us

this socketless electricity
this unyearned-for-loss

a clippety clop it goes

a clippety clop it goes
this nagging knowingness

it can end

this nagging knowingness

it can end