poetry

lens-artist: keep walking

Urban Hiking

I am old and I am bored. I was never very wise and my mind has never walked much further than my feet. Oh my forest, my forest … I go back and back to wander there.

There blue fingers of the moon still play on my old lute. There wind scatters clouds and comes down to flutter my robe.

You ask me what is the best happiness of all? In the forest it is sweet to hear a girl singing on the path, after she has stoped to ask her way, and thanked you with a smile. ~Wang-Wei*

Thank you Amy (The World is a Book) for this week’s lens-artists challenge: Keep Walking.

*cited: The Jade Flute: Chinese Poems in Prose: The Project Gutenberg

lens-artists photo: it is a wonderful world

My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range,

Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills.

At Green Spring he lies in the empty woods;

And is still asleep when the sun shines on high.

A pine-tree wind dusts his sleeves and coat;

A pebbly stream cleans his heart and ears.

I envy you, who far from strife and talk

Are high-propped on a pillow of blue cloud. ~ Li Po*

A summer’s sprinkle

A spring snowstorm

It is a wonderful world…Amy (The World is a Book)

*(cited: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Pl Gutenberg Project

lens-artists challenge: shades and shadows

the man’s whiteness
walking in the house’s shadow…
summer moon ~Issa*

stilllife
isolation
isolation

sharing tree shade  
with a butterfly…
friends in a previous life ~Issa*

solitude

Isn’t the shade under a tree the tree’s shadow?

joining in Leya’s photo challenge: shades and shadows.

*cited: haikuguy.com