Roll On

For Carrie’s Sunday Muse #74

Roll On
“Time is like a river…” – Stephen King, ‘Salem’s Lot

the gull knows.
the gull knows the river flows on forever
from the drops of rain to the mighty ocean.
the old man plays his organ
connected by a long heavy duty electrical cord
and he plays for himself.
he sings,
roll on mighty river, roll on.
the gull flaps its wings
and gives a raucous caw.
it likes to sing along.
roll on mighty river,
roll on.

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go
“Like a car idling, I gave of my energy until there was nothing more in my tank to give… all the while going nowhere.” ― Kate McGahan

I got myself all dressed up for you.
You never showed.
So I am going to undress and go to bed
with my teddy bear and the moon.

The Cat

Sunday Muse BlogSpot #55  For Carrie’s prompt

 

The Cat
“I have lived with several Zen masters — all of them cats.” – Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment

She was a thin black and white feral cat,
extremely pregnant,
just looking for a safe place to birth her kittens.
Five little bits of fur,
in an abandoned cooler in my garage.
I am saddened by the thoughts
that this is the place she picked for safety.

“Fruition” Painting by Autumn Skye
Artwork Website

The Photograph

Sunday Muse #53. Ortography is the belief that the last thing seen on a dead person’s eyes is forever imprinted on the lens of the eye. One of the usese fir this was that of the murder of Mary Kelly by Jack the Ripper. Ortigraphy is a pseudoscience.
The Photograph
“There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment.” Robert Frank

The photographer put up his tripod, adjusting the lens.
The girl’s eyes were wide open.
He held the lamp over her
trying to see if there were an image
imprinted on her eye.
He pressed the bulb
and the chemicals exploded –
a flashpoint of light.
When he developed the glass plates
he was surprised.
The image on the photographic paper
was that of the girl herself.

Photo by Josiel Miranda from Pexels