Thru' this world, Together we surf
Yet prisoners, of our own turf
(pic and words by him...)
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Our world. (photo by him...)
Our world. (photo by him...)
... in muddled waters we dwell....
While the earth trembles quietly under the shadows of the moon-rise ...
The wind breezing through us all, bearing a scent each of our lives ...
And while the sun awaits, for the day when it shall no longer rise ...
Over muddled waters we duel, in the vanity of our deluded guise ...
- him ...
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5 comments:
That is an excellent picture for the post!
Thnks. wasn't sure if the message would be obvious enough in the picture
Once again, I might be wrong, but it seems like the togetherness of the plastic toys is juxtaposed with the fact that they are attached to separate bases or foundations (turf), which are forever disconnected.
Himanshu the visuo-poet. The photobard.
U got it right, but u missed the optimism/delusion/ignorance (left to right) in the expressions on their faces.
I would have put the expression of the right most one to be "foolishly exuberant" rather than ignorance ... but good pic, especially rings good with "... prisoners of our own turf"
cool dude.
p.s.
I also like the photobard thingie .. hehehe
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