Images and Ambiguities

Original Poetry, Prose & Black and White Photography

Misty landscape in black and white

Morning Whispers

Original Poetry | March 2024
In the gray between sleep and waking, Where shadows dance with light, I find the words that daylight Would never dare to speak. The mist holds secrets In its gentle embrace, Each droplet a story Waiting to be told. Here, in this liminal space, Truth wears no costume, And beauty needs no reason To simply be.
Abstract architectural shadows

Geometry of Memory

Prose Reflection | February 2024
Memory constructs itself in angles and curves, each recollection a deliberate architecture of what was and what might have been. We build our past in shadows and light, selecting which corners to illuminate and which to leave in comfortable darkness. The photographer understands this instinctively—that truth lies not in the documentation of reality, but in the careful curation of perception. Each frame is a decision, each exposure a choice about what deserves remembrance.
Solitary tree in field

Solitude

Original Poetry | January 2024
One tree against the sky— Not lonely, but complete, Its branches write love letters To the passing clouds. What is solitude But conversation With the deeper self, The one who knows That being alone Is not the same As being empty, That silence speaks In languages Only the heart Can truly Understand.
Open book with coffee

The Weight of Words

Prose Meditation | December 2023
"Every word carries the weight of its intentions, the history of its usage, and the promise of its potential. In the careful arrangement of language, we find not just meaning, but the architecture of understanding itself."
The blank page intimidates not because it is empty, but because it holds infinite possibility. Each word placed upon it narrows that infinity, defines it, gives it shape. The writer's task is not to fill the emptiness but to honor it—to recognize that in the space between words lies the true poetry.
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Misty forest path

Paths Untaken

Original Poetry | November 2023
The forest keeps its own counsel, Each path a question Rather than an answer, Each step an act of faith. We walk not knowing Where we're headed, Only that the journey Itself is the destination. In the mist ahead Lie all our possible futures, Waiting patiently For us to choose Which story We dare to live, Which dream We're brave enough to follow.