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Sustain

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Your darkness seeps into everything
Crawls into my consciousness and stings
Deflates my bright and shiny red balloon
I fall into the mold you’ve set too soon

Each day the sun shines in its glory
I try to write a fresh, new story
But like a cloud spilling out salty tears
That light is occluded by your fears

Like the sun, I continue to rise
Bursting through the hatred and the lies
Even when the darkness shrouds my own space
I will shine and of your clouds leave no trace

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© Carol Campbell

❤ ❤ ❤

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En route

the Book of Bokeh

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I travel from my home town of Putnam, Connecticut to Cranston, Rhode Island each day, generally along rural roads. The drive is about an hour long each way and I am trying to do a better job of carrying my camera with me more often, in an attempt to catch the interplay of light on the scenes that I pass. All these photos were shot en route to or from work over a series of days. In the future, I am hoping to do more posts like this—much like the Miscellaneous series—to maintain a commentary on the changing of the seasons. I hope you like these.

Before viewing the photographs, I would also like to invite you to visit the poetry blog, the Book of Pain. As always, special thanks to my dearest Lyn, who does most of the photo selection. Thank you for dropping by the Book of Bokeh.

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Basket of Light

Pearlz Dreaming

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In the late afternoons baskets of light weave themselves into the branches.

They catch the sun and make it into petals and stars dancing through circles.

I love to watch  for these baskets of light. Click them into my camera and hold them in an image.

If only children could climb into them away from the world’s fights.

They could beam their future, their dreams, their innocent light into the hearts of all them that are too attached to land and ideals that separate and antagonise.

Oh for the baskets of light that give the human spirit might. If only they could capture hate and ignorance and burn them away.

The sky cannot be owned. The sun cannot be captured. The light shines on all, through the baskets of light.  

(c) June Perkins, words and image.

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