I take pictures of flowers for no-one.

Why do I take pictures?

I take pictures of flowers for no-one.

I take pictures of bumblebees for no-one.

I take pictures of clouds, of leaves, of trees, for no-one.

I take pictures of patterns of light for no-one.

I take pictures of the way the rain falls for no-one.

You left.

I take pictures of flowers for me and for you.

I take pictures of bumblebees for me and for you.

I take pictures of clouds, of leaves, of trees, for me and for you.

I take pictures of patterns of light for me and for you.

I take pictures of the way the rain falls for me and for you.

You came and said I could sense the soft pulse in the world.

I take pictures of flowers for myself.

I take pictures of bumblebees for myself.

I take pictures of clouds, of leaves, of trees, for myself.

I take pictures of patterns of light for myself.

I take pictures of the way the rain falls for myself.

Why do I take pictures?

Fridge Magnet Poem #1

This is a poem I made with somebody’s fridge magnets back in 2021. I didn’t really think anything of it but that somebody did and they also added a description of me, which in turn made me think something of it and myself for a while, and I’m grateful for that. Thank you to that somebody if you ever read this.

Think big.
Play it
with a
glitter spring.

Exceed the
arrow when
it is time.

My bright & endless fire,
if flames lie in the silken sky,

would
sunshine
ask
why?

by
truly dark
& odd

who senses the soft pulse in the world.