a prompt is a prompt in the sky
genesis nine twelve will explain why
crystallized snowflake
noiselessly floating to ground
whitens the world
Everyone takes pictures
But it’s still a joy to see
Museum exhibitions of
Some fine photography.
Not everybody has the eye
To capture in a print
A moment crystallized in time
Which gives us just a hint
Of someone’s life or else a glimpse
Of scenery or street;
A true photographer can show
Where art and truth might meet.
The camera is the means by which
An image stays alive.
I’m privileged to have access to
Some great ones that survive.
Frost, a white edge of mist present on trees
With ice grasping the branches minus leaves
The limbs bend under the gravity scene
Some break due to the frozen water sheen
The beauty compares to none all around
The trees are striking in its glory found
Looking at its heart you see its power
Secure is its love of winter wonder
The trees dance in unison joined as one
Showing off the perfection banded on
Motion enhanced by the grace of the ice
Delivered by the mist which does suffice
Gradual branching of each tree is layered
Crystallized snow, the white coat is captured
Russell Sivey
Crystallized diamonds, heir,
soothingly embezzled, and coils,
the heart,
deeply within your own depth,
my eyes gaze,
to be tranquilized,
in burning flame,
which soars aloud,
faithfully to become,
its heir of resistance,
among yours,
to one day,
Carrie the importance,
of your last name,
as husband and wife,
because your kiss, is
On my list, when I turn,
Out the lights,
like crystallized;
diamonds heir......
I live everyday looking to the next remedy,
I scrimp and thieve, here and there,
every one counts,
I just need the next one.
Doing what I thought I never would,
I steal, dive and flatback.
I scan the isles buying some, stealing others.
I build it from simple items,
baked by my own hand.
My kitchen is everywhere,
hidden from sight.
It goes where I go.
I travel freely, from here to there.
All my bridges burnt.
I silently watch as the pigs go by.
I lite another, enjoying the hard sensation.
as it courses through me.
Lazily, I drift off to sleep.
Only to reawaken the next day,
in my persistent abyss.
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