Behind the water, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There is a subtleness In that rigidness That frigidness Of the cold air A noble flair An eternity Frozen A moment Suspended My fingers can’t quite touch it My eyes not quite see it My mind not quite grasp it Here I am Resting Testing The waters Reaching …
Flower of mine, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. All that I need To make my heart rejoice All that I need Listening to that tender voice All that I need To brighten my day All that I need To hold me steady when I sway All that I need To lighten my load All that I need …
Strawberry light, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Strawberry light Warm and bright The sweet taste of solitude Inhaled with every breath Empty streets, frozen footsteps Worn facades, slumbering in the shadows Arks of time, carrying within the past Time moves slowly, patient wanderer Evermore Nevermore Heretofore Crossway of content Hands in coat pockets Scarf around the …
Happy?Feet, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Today I am reposting an entry from July 2007. I have been tagged by my friend Esra for fourth and fourth (something going around in the blogger realm). I will spare any comments on tagging games (lest I hear my wife say “you’re always so serious”, with that long …
Jadis, the White Witch, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. “The White Witch?” said Edmund; “who’s she?“ “She is a perfectly terrible person,” said Lucy. “She calls herself the Queen of Narnia though she has no right to be queen at all, and all the Fauns and Dryands and Naiads and Dwarfs and Animals—at least all …
A message of strength, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. It never ceases to amaze me how artificial things can have a profound emotional impact. I often admire the ability of Japanese animation (see Anime) to really get the audience involved, creating a feeling of attachment and subsequent joy or sadness depending on the story. I …
Spring, perpetually frozen, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Spring, perpetually frozen, As its blossoms are held In winter’s icy grip. © Thorsten Becker
