drapes drawn
in peach and white
caress my lips
and shield my eyes
from grisly hell
and growing gloom
til all the world’s
a flowery room
“Blinded by the Light” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Tag: Photography
The Life of Flowers
“But flowers distill’d,
though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show;
this substance still lives sweet.
–William Shakespeare
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.” – Anne Bronte
” A weed is but an unloved flower” –Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks” -Tennessee Williams
Of Lust and War
In the orchids
lies a warrior
gleaming like a ruby torch
come to me
in violent whispers
I will satisfy your thirst
– Angie
Artwork by Cardboard Cities:
The Wilted Muse
silver seeds of inspiration
drowning in a sea of grey
the keenest eye
is blind to lights
that swim
across its face
and back
“Lost” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Dive” by Sarah Cruce:
A slice of Intellectualism
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
-Susan Sontag On Photography
Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck:
Morning Follows the Night
morning mist collides with salty cement
my blisterd feet fumble to where i was
before the night was spent
with blurry black soles
and bloody ribbons running through my eyes
i walk
and walk
as the sun continues its rise
“Morning Follows the Night” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Sarah
The Long Goodbye
sleep a while,
heavy soul
weary traveler
red and old
bury burdens in the sand
trust
that sleep
will make you whole
“The Long Goodbye” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Bene Rohimann:
http://society6.com/pearpicker
The Dragon
breaths of flame
that hunt and sting
wound the wicked
and the pure
for her body,
sheathed in glamor,
lusts for choirs
of agony
pierced and beaten
by the brave
who broke her slumber with their swords
now hate
and scorn
are in the blood
that feeds her heart
and burns for more
The Show Tell Project 