Monthly Archives: January 2009

And as winter inspects with deep blue breath

And as win­ter inspects with deep blue breath, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Sun­light pours from the sky Chas­ing drops of fluid dreams Waltz­ing through the heav­ens To the rhythm of flut­ter­ing winds White divides, splin­ters Col­ors explode, vibrant Hum­ming Rush­ing towards stretched out limbs A translu­cent ensem­ble Slid­ing down branch­ing path­ways Per­form­ing inaudi­ble songs of

This is the way, walk in it”

This is the way, walk in it”, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. For there is always one light shin­ing ever­last­ingly One voice that soothes and calms the storm One ten­der car­ing love to carry us through One deep con­cern long­ing to see us happy One shadow on a hot day to pro­vide relief One gen­tle

Looming success

Loom­ing suc­cess, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Loom­ing suc­cess? That sounds like an oxy­moron. Usu­ally we asso­ciate the word ‘loom­ing’ with some­thing neg­a­tive – fail­ure, dis­as­ter, cri­sis. Merriam-Webster gives the fol­low­ing def­i­n­i­tion of loom­ing: 1: to come into sight in enlarged or dis­torted and indis­tinct form often as a result of atmos­pheric con­di­tions 2 a:

How I enjoy watching you

How I enjoy watch­ing you, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. You are the warm hearth on a cold win­ter day The sun­shine break­ing through heavy clouds The cheer­ful laugh­ter chas­ing away the rain The smile in the mir­ror when I frown The nightin­gale singing me to rest­ful sleep The bliss­ful bal­le­rina danc­ing in the jew­elry

Specters of summer’s past, reenacting

Specters of summer’s past, reen­act­ing, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There are sights and sounds swirling past my eyes Sweet smells of lemon and mus­sels Of grilled fish and crab cakes Of the ocean breeze, salty spell, enchant­ing Laugh­ter and voices car­ried by the wind Specters of summer’s past, reen­act­ing Warmth from above, tin­gling, Sun

In their own words

In their own words, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. A few days ago I wrote a piece of prose reflect­ing on the harsh­ness of win­ter and ‘his’ well meant inten­tions to lit­er­ally freeze the beauty of the world as it flour­ishes under a fem­i­nine sun. A very brief but insight­ful com­ment stream ensued under Flickr

Winter’s desire

Winter’s desire, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The sun has been cap­tured, her power sub­dued. Barred behind thick clouds she gleams but faintly As win­ter, the bit­ter con­queror, grips her realm with icy blows. Branches bend under his heavy hand And lakes’ and rivers’ lively motions Are halted by his freez­ing words. All is silent