Summer | Venice Beach

The solstice arrived last night at 9:24 pm. In Los Angeles, we get somewhere nearly year round, but there is still something special about the solstice and the changing of the season. This poem is originally titled “Summer of ’16”. The photo was also taken some time last summer, with my Canon ae-1 program on one of our many trips down the street to Venice Beach. ♥ Nisi

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Plastic Tree Wishing (Wishing for Trees)

This poem was not written with this photograph in mind at all, but somehow the two have come together and I am okay with it. The poem speaks of the plastic feelings humans express when communicating with each other. Most people have such a hard time being real with one another, they would rather lie or put on a show than to reveal what they are feeling, or any truth at all.

The mannequin represents this plasticity in our relationships with each other, the government and the world in general. Perhaps we are all missing something that we never knew we had. If we could find what that is, then maybe we could learn to see each other as ourselves. If only the woods were closer…

 

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My Poem Evanesce & A Photograph of My Childhood Home

Fill the empty home with emerald trees
wide fields carrying birds, harboring all

Retain muggle thoughts, muggy blots at best
as they all tend to disappear with time

Piles of distraction on side of roadkill
scrape off miles away but old stains remain

Comforting as such, the yellow ones are
found filling in outlines of rectangles

Old frames with dead families now lost
at best confused about who they should be

Remember the SNES, how it
turned just like the walls, yellow in some spots

When the long cords unraveled blasting off
to Yoshi’s world, getting away from there

20/20 hindsight, stayed not much longer
grew up too fast when time is so short

6 years old and staying up so late so
I could greet them after a night of bars

Those summer nights, Ohio sky dead-stop
a humid, full home breathing 2nd hand

Nicotine stains, the birds fade in due course
leaving bits of tribute where possible

Good-bye lush trees, dancing fields of feather corn
watch you disappear into sapphire waves

Cerulean sky to greet what is left
a little bit of magic to pocket

Palm trees waving no flag like yellow gold
but there are bare walls to stain here too.

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