GOSSAMER

it was once again one of them totally perfect days

riding into morning mist to find GOSSAMER without reason
going for red bark 
seeing red mist covering every small open field
small clearing in woods

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leaving an amazing trail of subtle fine lines 
passing this vision would be squander
time will be time taking time makes time
line from a song comes by
having the time of my life

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yet this time comes every year again and again
last year i wrote this one

knowingingly next year we see it again and again
first time was 2003 on my old field now
my eyes are open for Gossamer
time after time

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autum ligth makes colours come out like nothing else
filtering through sligth green leafs hitting faded leafs on the edge
nobody else around to shout as human engines have not started
perfect time as silence makes you hear the wind wistle in your ears
while going down hills no music can rival it not even close

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pure sadisfaction inside a landscape
words flow yet no pencil  
old time made words pass out like 
orange monster Gossamer in Looney Tunes
delicate lines of transient time

sEEd

set it free

 

sEEd
even niets
silence in your ears
concept in your mind
seed trapped green
purpose ZOMAAR
under that one, on top this one
surrounded by your spot your vision
alone

 

 

trailed underworld

like a spider inner web
observation
hovering Dentante
wind blows single shout
tetering under clouds
still tentacle
all is FINE within silence mind

 

 

 

found it

it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way
I am living away from major cities close to several national parks
Meeting myself again

i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars
Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.

Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.

mOrning lightness

see the moon
when dark goes into light
you find
the best moments to be
creative
mind surrounded by
silence
you see hidden glory
morning light with
morning dew
showing you 
contrast
no wind
no disturbance
still hands without sweat
steering light away
compose the moment
leaving composition
leaving colour
ok
you write what you see
you take the photo of your feelings
no illustration
no description
PhotoPoetry

https://www.photopedagogy.com/photopoetry.html

TRIP

TRIP
contrast in photos
contrast in journey
towards

trippipe

last


from pipes, good smoke, to watery lines
long shadows override lonely ride
push down followed by upwards pull
slow motion advanced sight

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shadows of dawn


roar of motorwaaayyy going over inside chirping
certain warble takes distinction
accelerate vision
old creeping raising questions of contrast
still  filling airspace  


wilgoud

possibilities      


old verses new
giving  living space
stroll in with eyes wide open
leave with head in motionless thinking

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human made


say inside contractions
it can be done
contrast of cultivated wild

 

 

rOOs

 

 

Underwater Poem

an other try

Going back doing an other try, making an other, not.
Sticks stayed, dipper drift, tooooooo much debris, need to do it again.

waiting for an better moment

Sticks saved, put secure.
Waiting for the right weather.

The third try was ships law, 3 times lucky.

 

Line 1 and line 2

 

CONSTANT FLOW OF IMPULSE
ADJUSTING TOWARDS ALTERATION

 

line 3 and 4 and 5

 

BOAT BELLIES
PUSH PERSISTENCE WAVES
READJUSTING WHAT WAS THERE

 

LINE 6 AND LINE 7

 

CONSTANT COMING
PERSISTENT GOING

 

FINAL

Finally the sticks stayed on the beach, not sure for how long.
The work was started at 7 in the morning in all peace without people.
On the way back people started to flow in with whatever they could carry.
The river beaches are a bit of a walk.

The poem will be a part of the Clean Rivers project, this September. What goes into the rivers here can go around many places in the world, even going around the world.
The poem is now in my garden and noting was left in the river, except my footprints, maybe.
The aim is to remind people of the beauty of the spot, without moralising.

Now i need to work on the film a new experience, which will take time.