Flotilla


Rain returns me to lakes I dreamt I lay in.

The small drops that imitate me,

landing as a zero spreading.

to the shore where grows no more.

I know I’m not floating,

murky green silk lay tight.

The small drops are more.

Break the tranquility.

Controlling a scene,

the power in me to break.

what nature is surrounding me,

conveying the un-pocketable.

Too my eye it won’t break.

In shadow brings depth.

Ripples return from the edge

Still…

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A tweet a day: Trent Parke Works 1996-2010


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AUSTRALIA. New South Wales. Freshwater beach. 2000

made me think of the images you see of elephants under water. Water is a great leveler once in its control we are all equal. The fact that the girl is holding her breath and her nose is online with the leg. Which as an elephant would use to breath under water. I would maybe think the image was taken late in the day or there is some artificial light source of a indoor pool