The subtle glimmers of first light
Begin their charming
Magic on the green grass where swings Lie
The ancient encasement dropped
And burdened swings slowly bow
Yet the swing with its rose
It couldnt outmatch the light
Slashing through the trees’ bow
No soul could it charm
For even as rain drops
The lifeless swings lay.
The lifeless swings lie
To themselves, they cannot beat the sunrise
Nor the golden sunrays dripping
From the sky. The swings’ own Light -
Merely a glint of a bracelet charm
Flashing just as an arrow leaves a bow
The swings threaten to bow
For it tells itself, lie, lie, lie -
As no charm
Could get the swing to rise
Like a new arising light
I hear a leaky tap – drip
The tears of the swings. It bows
Down to demands of the light
And resolves itself to lie
Forever. With a dead rose
The swing has lost his charm
But when night comes, the swing is charming
For when the curtains of light drop
The darkness unfolds. Then swings’ glow rises
Its now that it takes its final bow
The swing creeps into where shadows of the night lie
It has found its Light.
No more charming the day, for the bowl
Of sorrow is too great too drop – the sun does not lie.
Night, the swing rises. The night, the swing lights.
We all know you aren’t supposed to look straight on at the sun. So for kicks I aimed my camera phone towards the sky, looked away and clicked a picture of the otherwise blinding and bright afternoon sun. This was on my way to the bus stop near a building provides shade on the walk to the stop, so it’s not as though I was just wandering around outside in the summer for fun.
I thought it looked interesting, considering I wasn’t looking directly at my intended object.
My only other photos of the sun are sunsets, such as this pair of photos taken near San Diego Bay.
Perfect Moments in Time are never forgotten. Nothing diminishes the beauty of certain times in life when all seemed right with the world. The timing, the beauty, the tranquility combined to give a sense of peace that endures all manner of hardships and changes. One must take heart when looking at the beauty of the moment, the distant memory, and know it still soothes the mind. Life changes, but the memory can be carried in a special, safe place.
The ocean amazes me
So vast, beautiful
What lies within is incredible
Another world, beautiful and dangerous
I’m frightened by the vastness
Yet I am mesmerized.
I love to walk barefooted on the beach in the evening
To watch the sun go down
Disappearing slowly into the horizon
As if swallowed up by the sea.
To watch the waves shimmer in the moonlight
Listening to the rushing sound of the tide
As it washes back and forth over my toes
Is this a glimpse of heaven?
I don’t know
But it’s a heavenly part of earth.
(photo taken by my brother Steve, of my son Tommy, April 2004, Seaside, FL)
shaking hands , giving regards
grill is smoking , smelling good
Clive the cat watching
from where he stood
games being played by
all the kids that could .
water being sprayed
not knowing it should
daylight slowly turns to dark
shooting fireworks , turning to sparks
another forth has come and gone
til next year another comes upon
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I didn’t take this photo, and am no way responsible for how awesome it is. Well…except of course that it’s my son in the photo, and I guess I had a little something to do with how awesome he is. I’m thinking about him and waiting to hear that he’s okay with all those storms through the DC and Virginia area where he is. And this is definitely a good example of a fleeting moment…the sun was caught just before it went down and out of sight. It’s one of my favorite pictures. The photo was taken by my brother in April of 2004, at Seaside, FL.
Clive is a cat , he looked like no other
He searched the world over , looking for mother
His coat was a wash , of gray and some white
When the moon glowed , he sure was a sight
He walk down the hill , to the pond so calm
Not a soul was found , especially his mom
He looked up with tears while god he did hear
Your moms up here , she didn’t disappear
He asked the great voice , as he started to walk
Can I see my mom , or can we just talk
The voice being slow was also real soft
As most of Clive’s wishes mostly were lost
grabbing and clawing scratching his chin
He replied to the voice as he started to grin
when I close my eyes and begin to dream
Thinking about our life, it will be supreme
God voice was bold as he said kinda loud
Clive I will tell you , your mother is proud
A new day slowly breaking the horizon
with shades of magenta and coral.
Mist covering the hollows of the field
leaving a soft wet blanket.
The gentle caress of a warm breeze
softly stroking my skin.
In the distance the sweet melody
of song sparrows.
A new day, a new blessing.
Now this is from my point of view.
Others will see it differently but this is what a day in Provincetown, MA. is for us.
This was during the winter, albeit a mild one.
This is the light house at the end of the "HOOK"
A Pier in P-Town
We hunt for treasure of ANY KIND. This was a beautifully warm January Day.
I have been snooping and hunting for more info on young Terrance . I can find nothing about his body being found , or any burial information either. I did however find information of a hospital stay before he was reported missing. I do records aren’t all that trustworthy from this time , but when I researched hospital records I was very surprised. The first surprising fact was there were several stays in the hospital for young Terrance , Eight to be exact . They were all for pretty much the same thing , he seemed to have a recurring stomach ailment . The visits all were about the same amount of time which was 3 to 5 days each . One more thing that stood out was every time he was checked in , it was Theodore’s signature admitting him. He was reported missing on a Monday , just getting out of the hospital three short days before that.
I really want to look at police records as well , but I’m not sure where to go. I’m kinda curious if this was written off as a kidnapping or if there is anymore info out there. It ‘s also very funny that all I speak with always remember of him being a little puny , but not about being in the hospital . I do know this family stayed to them selves and have already heard some crazy things people had spread during these times . My interest is shifting to the 1940s when young Terrance was growing up, as this information is very hard to come by. I am going to a town office to get any info I can find .
I have made up my mind to turn this into a book so when I get all the info I will write and publish under this same title ..Please pass this story around , share on your Facebook profiles and tell your friends , Please click like , I sure thank all for reading …timzauto..
Which kind of light to be? I’ve said
“moonlight.” Now why, indeed? The red
of sunset’s glow washed over beach,
and darkness crept within my reach.
Illuminating moonlight comes
through inky, pitch-black skies, and strums
its haunting tune on night’s guitars.
Protection of the moon and stars
surrounds me in this field of flowers.
Stars, moonlight, field of flowers? All showers
that rinse off daytime’s residue,
preparing to make all things new.