playing with light
by tate

Comment:
Very Nice. Congrats!

Holy Grail found on Mars
by gyaban

Comment:
You have chosen wisely. Super job Christophe! Hope you and the family are well!

At the Bus Stop
by PennyStreet

Comment:
Congrats, perfect blur!

d e p a r t u r e
by Bear_Music

Comment:
Fantastic- a visual stunner, congrats.

The Rock
by mlu

Comment:
The Rock, a cautionary poem.

I don't believe in science,
It's all witchcraft to me,
those old things are not bones,
they are simply rocks, you see.

Never did a Dinosaur,
Walk the Earth's green grass,
and never did a million years,
ever come to pass.

I don't believe in science,
It's all witchcraft to me,
those old things are not bones,
they are simply rocks, you see.

what will we remember?
by tnun

Comment:
what will we remember? a poem.

As the years go past,
and you reminisce,
of the first day of school,
or first person you kissed,
and your memory fades,
of your wee younger times,
with small messy faces
and small schoolyard rhymes,
will you picture me there,
though you can't sketch my face
on your mind's drawing board,
in your deepest safe place?
will you cry out at night
when your soul cannot rest,
when you cannot recall,
the times I consider best?

The Old Barn
by HUETH

Comment:
The Old Barn

Out on Route 45, past Williamsford,
the folks have a saying,
and with hesitant lips I repeat,
"Don't go messin' round the old barn."

The skeletons, literal and otherwise,
make up the walls, and only to be held
up by phantoms limbs,
the remnants of dead desires.

Take a picture, write a poem,
but leave the structures core alone.
Don't say you were not warned.
Don't ever say you were not warned.

the watchers
by UrfaK

Comment:
The Watchers, (a poem)

As if laughing at the Caladrius,
snow white and disease free,
the watchers wait.

The plague of Galen worsens,
and the time is near,
the beaks are sharp.

As pestilence cries out,
health remains silent,
as all the thoughts
and futile prayers,
disperse silently on the
unforgiving wind.

Remains of Winter Past
by digifotojo

Comment:
The sun had not returned,
nor the bees to the meadow,
and for 34 moons,
we waited, in silence,
and wept.

The remains of winter past,
filled up our minds,
and glided to the cold muddy earth,
like French Paratroopers,
seeking shelter.

Balloons cannot replace love,
seeds cannot undo the will of God Above.
The earth cannot breathe choking
Upon its own blood,
with the Remains of Winters Past.

Her sunglasses and scarf
by markwiley

Comment:
Her eyes and lips alive
With the memory of a lovers' denial
A boring neglect, not a ripe affair
The smell of makeup and lipstick
In a faux leather purse,
Near a market keychain and half pack of gum
The purse smell, the crisp air,
Smack of lips, her sunglasses and scarf.