Lost Cause (day 3034)

I feel upset
The photos have all been captured
In ten thousand different ways.
No matter what the thought is
It’s gone on and had its way.
The angle is found
The lens is used
The camera is easily within reach
The model is tired
The couch is worn out
And I’m upset
Without my way
– I’m lost in a sea of haze –
With nothing but
Inspiration
Surrounding me out here,
Targeting my weakest hour
Flashing goes away.

Tickle The Clouds (day 368)

Giant arching thunder beasts
Tickle the clouds up high
Flashing their brilliance
Only for the teasing sun
Their spin is never ending
No beginning or an end
They make life more bearable
Electricity sent through their wings
Perhaps the morrow will thank us
For bringing health to her door
Perhaps the clouds will anger
At their nemesis forever more