Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Doorhandle, France

There was time even when doorhandles were crafted with skill and imagination...

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Birds In Flight: Poem


Birds In Flight

Often, birds in flight make me think
Of my soul and its plight: they make me think
Of life's anguish and then ponder
If life doesn't lie yonder

Yonder beyond the hills and sky
If when life, pulsing in life's veins
Is but a dream, an illusion
Birds in flight, dreams and delusion.

Now, in an instant, the beating of wings
Have faded; nothing remains.
No remnants, not even a song.
The beating of my heart goes on and on.

Copyright (text and image): Rani Turton