The Focus


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The Sunflower

Ah, Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller’s journal done;
Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

William Blake

Photo taken with my iPhone. Editing done with the app-Aviary

Prism Break


“The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains.”
E.E. Cummings

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In between the brightest white
And the darkest black
Lie the shades of the prism
Bending the light
Shaping the dark
Coloring our world
Between the sun of day
And the moons of night.

-Me