Violence and Grace

Scenes from Dismal Swamp...Take 1

Afterglow on a September Evening

A Thousand Words Worth

Figure the words have not been coming lately. Guess it's time to spark the creativity via the camera lens. Thanks Dan and Jen for the inspiration you may not realize you have given me...

...and maybe the words will come along with them at some point. But, for now Solomon and the Scribe are silent and the camera speaks.

EjG

tracks

time slips by, 

passing to infinity, 

as I watch my youngest 

walk carelessly 

down some desolate track. 

the train no longer travels 

upon these rusty rails, 

that era has ended 

in silence and whispers. 

a deafening silence 

spanning the Delaware, 

which continually divides 

the hills of Pennsylvania 

from the desolation of some company town 

forever stuck within New Jersey. 

today slips by, 

though a child knows no difference, 

and I contemplate existence, 

time, 

and the forevermore, 

screaming into the silence of my mind 

from a lack of understanding.

the late autumn winds rustle 

within today's desolation 

while leaves etch brown 

into the same landscape 

these damn tracks seek to divide. 

the souls of the silenced 

watch my every move 

and I wonder what they know, 

and have seen, 

for my soul 

has been deceived by the words 

of selected philosophers.

is this the end, 

the beginning, 

or some version of reality 

between a multiplicity of dimensions? 

I know nothing more than the madness 

within my own mind…tracks.

(inspired from a walk while taking photos of the landscape and my son on the railroad tracks just outside of Brainards, New Jersey)