Mosaic 7-15/365

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted pictures … I have obviously not done well with keeping up on “a picture a day”.

Today I was thinking about mosaics. How intricate they are. Hundreds of tiles layered together into designs. Sometimes very intricate, sometimes simple, sometimes the beauty lies in the simplicity.

A couple years ago I went to Greece and ended up on Delos, an island about a 20 minute ferry ride from Mykonos.

They’re restoring a lot of what’s outdoors on the island but they have a lot of original artifacts in the museum there.

The ancient Greeks loved their mosaics.

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Looking at these, I’m not sure all of these were mosaics. Some of them may actually just be paintings. The smaller ones had other displays in front of them making it hard for me to get close to get any kind of creative/close up shot.

I go out of town this weekend so you guys will finally maybe get some new travel pictures and not stuff from when I went gallivanting around Europe a couple years ago.

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Bucket

I’ve got a bucket full of memories.
I spill from my deepest estuaries.
Like blood from fresh cuts,
Across the beds of my fingers,
Driving down to my thighs
Where the rivers run deeper
And the water bleeds darker.
My bucket fills with hazy days,
Dark specters and figures
Blending with the nightly shadows,
Caressing the darkest pieces
Just beyond the noise.
You bring me silence.
You bring me quiet.
You build dams to my scars;
Stopping the flow to my bucket of hell.
I’ve never found one like you before,
A soul that beats so close to mine.
Your blood flows darker,
Deeper,
Divine,
Through this bucket of mine.
You touch the chaos,
No fear etched across your face.
You try to take it all away,
Try to steal my bucket of time.

Static Scream

WordPress Daily Prompt – Static

It’s something like a freak show circus I’ve found myself in. Abandoned yet moving. The carousel spins, fragmented lullabies cracking like whips over wind.

What is this place again?

Tents in disarray line dirt paths stomped clear.

Come one! Come all! Come in here!

Something compels me, moves me, towards the red door though I’m gripped with fear. I know what I’ll find here.

A fun house of eerie sorts. A man in a chair hanging from the ceiling as he reads his paper. Fido hangs barely alive beside the growing static noise.

Here the world is flipped. My heart is ripped.

Mommy dearest carries her butcher knife.

She cackles over the static scream.

“The children are in the pie. They eat good tonight.”


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Lilies on the Floor

I can’t stop quaking
My hands are shaking.
There’s glass everywhere,
Blood on the floor,
Smeared over the door.
Oh god,
What have we done here?
Lilies on the floor.
Purple and blue,
Like the bruises
Left on you,
And I’m ripping
Bone from tendon.
Tell them I’m sending
All of us on a one way
Track, no returning.
Because I can’t stop quaking.
My hands are shaking.
There’s flesh and bone everywhere.

Trust Fall

WordPress Daily Prompt – Undulate

We’re statues against the wall, hands poised at the waist, gently braced against the chaos of our impending fall.

Tell me, what awaits us here,

In the multi-colored sphere of circles unknown to the naked eye?

Can I trust you dear?

When they push us one by one, blind folded and blind sided, off the lisp of reality into the slowly undulating waters of our fears …

Will you be there?


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