Trapped

March 25, 2012

She often felt like a fish,
living in a bowl,
or like a rose,
in a vase.
No matter how she tried,
she could not feel a part
of all that surrounded her.
She felt torn from her natural world
and placed in some synthetic substitute,
cold and strangely plastic.
Though her old-time friends walked all around her,
she felt isolated from them,
as though surrounded by glass,
and the more she struggled,
the more she felt stifled,
drowned by her own submission,
as though submerged.

Inspired by this photo (poem also posted in comments on original site):

de luz y momentos

Looking and Seeing

March 25, 2012

Everyone is looking,
but no one is seeing;
out on the street,
we’ve all but stopped being;
the drive now is doing
and while this may lead
to some great achievements,
it is not what we need;
We’ve forgotten the point,
and how to be;
we’ve forgotten the world,
and how to see.

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Street Photography by Javier Martín

Boneyard Bulbs

March 24, 2012

His world was a barren landscape
of extinguished bulbs.
Every one had once born light
but at the moment each one died,
this is where it had come.
He looked across this glassy graveyard
and felt a deep sadness
that he could only see these empty vessels
and was never allowed a glance at one alight.
Such was his hell,
as this was theirs.

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Boneyard Bulbs