From Hazel to Black…

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Once where fire burned and laid the warmth which grew those sparks in my eyes…

remain buried in their embers.

The smouldering hazels are silenced through the darkness of ash and night.

 Flames black in their disguise.

Unkind.

Cold.

Unwise.

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Ben’s Sunset

  – Gone is the Gold of Light –

With breaths of wheat in hours latest fog

beyond assorted brushes that lay

pales of gold, leveraging-

sun lost to lights tattoo,

on Ben today.

-JJ-

Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Ben, a Blogger, an Artist and a poetic Man whose life has inspired my own. Not because of his loss but from his gain. He asked for a Sunset photograph. Here it is Ben, from the view of my rooftop and poem I’ve written especially for you. Thank you for your posts, inspirations and for your generosities.

Please check out his blog.

Expressions of my life-An evolution of art.– Ben

His- ” JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE AS AN ARTIST,FATHER AND PERSON WITH YOUNG ONSET PARKINSON’S”