Some new dwellings are been built not so far from my house. There is a huge crane that moves around all day. The tree in front my house is doing quite well. Last year it was half dead. This year the power of natural healing brought it back to its majestic self. You wonder sometimes how that is possible. It's almost as if trees have good and bad eras. Humidity was last year also high. It's not due to that. It has regained its spirit and soul.
Got to get out my 50mm lens reflex camera(Spielgelreflex). In reality the crane is much nearer in eyesight. 50mm lenses come closest to the eyesight. They used to be very common. Mine comes from the former D.D.R.
My latest Poetry on everypoet.net can be read. It's a short experimental bubble poem. It's called:'Speech balloon on air (Bubbles on air)'.
Speech balloon on air (Bubbles on air)
:'High above noon the moon shines but unseen. Under its gaze a blanket of clouds that reflect back upon the stratosphere into our galaxy. Even further away from that is the sun that makes this almighty possible. His gaze is direct and perilous and inconvenient. It makes your skin burn when exposed too long to him. He is the warning of death and creation. His rays are like a Van Gogh painting, yellow and orange with a cadmium smell. He looks out for pirates and meteorites in his protection sphere and powers our planet. His hard work of nuclear combustion is our steam engine. Still it is not enough for us. Our planet is slowly been run down. The moon gazes back to the clouds under her and finds some shelter in a cloud that revolves and gazes back upon the earth. I can see it. It looks right unto me and slowly is moved by the wind in a Northern direction, findings its way, crawling its way upon the atmosphere.'.
Poem category: Experimental poetry
