Street Photography | Mary Bone
Capturing the way
of the world
through lens-
Life is seen at
every angle.
perspective poems
Perspective | James Diaz
You said, “Good things happen
whether we deserve them or not,”
but I believe good things happen
whether we know they are good or not
sometimes all you can really feel
is what has, for so long, pained you
and when the sun beats down
for some of us
it might as well be dark as night.
Perplexed | Kara D. Spain
Even with his large brain
he couldn’t see his own destructive behaviors
He could build one heck of a computer program,
but couldn’t see his own shortcomings,
which left him perplexed, as to why everyone abandons him
Butter Side Up | Steve Denehan
I dropped a slice of toast today and it landed butter side up.
As I stooped to pick it up I could not stop smiling.
The day no longer loomed before me.
It stretched on, without horizon.
A straight line of possibility.
Butter side up.
Perspective shifts, the world tilts toward me.
Some day to come I will ask myself how such innocuous moments can matter,
so much more than they should.
But not today.
Today, there will be no more questions.
Perspective | Suleyk
Sounds of humming resonate throughout the room.
I listen.
The light above starts to flicker.
I stare.
A cold feeling crawls up my spine.
I breathe.
My vision shifts.
I align.
The room is suddenly bright.
Sunshine filters through the window.
The sound of planes and daily life continues outside.
My eyes are heavy.
I struggle to keep them open.
The fan on my desk blows air swiftly around the room.
It feels nice.
Yet the world soon grows dark.
I awaken to a hum.
Broken Frame | JD DeHart
So, you see the way
I see. Hitchcock was a master
of this.
Take me inside the mind
of the character. Problem is
once you have run
your gray matter across some
pages, I wonder if the ink
doesn’t leave a streak there.
You once thought the earth
lined up. Now, there is a slight
angle you can’t shake.
A word appears, imposed
on what you once knew.
More at https://dehartreadingandlitresources.blogspot.com.
A Different River | Haris Adhikari
I picked up a sapphire stone
and looked through its crystallites–
The dirty river
was all blue.
More at http://madswirl.com/author/hadhikar/.