The moon reveals the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
UNMASKED
Show me your face.
Reveal the truth.
Take off your mask.
What lies beneath?
Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies beneath?
Walk to me
As yourself
Without any lies.
What lies beneath?
Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I see what lies beneath.
I want to find Zen.
I want to relax.
I sit.
Focus on the rocks.
Admire how they fit together.
How the sun shines on them.
Everything in perfect harmony.
I’m trying.
Not working.
Getting restless.
No Zen for me today.
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SEND IN THE CLOWNS
A quiet hotel room.
Shabby furniture.
A dim light glows from
the bedside lamp.
A high-pitched sound
pierces the stale air.
The T.V. turns on.
A clown’s face appears.
He stares at you and says,
“Why are you here?
How dare you enter my room.
If you don’t leave right away,
I will have to kill you.”
His hand reaches through the screen.
His body emerges.
He stands on the worn carpet.
You are no longer alone.
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The road curves.
It straightens.
Past meadows.
Crowded cities.
Miles of pasture.
Windows open.
Wind rushing past.
Follow the birds.
Until the next town.
The next city.
The next stop.
Engine rumbles.
It dies.
Destination reached.
Time served.
// stairs // middle of 2014 // panasonic dmc-zs15 (by Georg Nickolaus)www.azurgrau.com
Lead me far away from the darkness.
Up these stairs, I will find my way.
I’m tired of living in this sadness.
Time to scope out a new day.
As I climb, the light taunts me.
It hits me square in the eye.
I squint as I try to see.
I must spread my wings and fly.
I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.
The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.
I find life outside instead of a bottle.
I fly free and far away from the old me.
Whooper Swans are the Eurasian cousin of North American Trumpeter swans.
They breed all over Iceland, and some overwinter in the thermally heated parts of Lake Myvatn. Interestingly, their North American Trumpeter Swan cousins do the same thing, spending winter in the thermally heated parts of the Yellowstone River.
These beauties are aptly named as they certainly seem to enjoy trumpeting!
Whooper Swans mate for life,
and their cygnets, and grown offspring, often overwinter with them.
Cheers to you from Iceland’s beautiful swans~
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I’m being followed
through the woods
and into town.
Help me!
I hear them
but can’t see them.
Quiet as the night.
Silence is their prayer.
Meow!
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Take me to Oasis,
where demons roam
and The Dead play.
Take me to Florida,
to the ocean paradise,
where good triumphs evil.
Take me to the shore,
where the residents gather
and The Dead will fall.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 