Welcome to the world Soder, grandson #4, born Oct 6, beautiful, healthy, and strong - and a redhead! He and his parents are in for - and up for - a wild ride
Welcome to the world Sam! Our third grandson, born October 2, beautiful, healthy and strong
Photographer of the week AugenweideI think these are truly beautiful and *augenweide has made some stunning still life captures contrasting the colours and tones found within the flower/plant. *augenweide has a gallery that spans several genres, and still life is to be enjoyed just as much as the others!Photographer of the week Augenweide by ^Kaz-D
helping-the-unknown Feature: December 2013 Welcome to this month’s #helping-the-unknown feature!helping-the-unknown Feature: December 2013 by `cality
~lonely-bird's prose captures everyday snippets of life very well indeed.
(Digital Art / Fan Art)
~mformadness's fan art is brilliantly done; whether it's a more realistic style or not, they always capture likeness so well, such that the characters are instantly recognisable.
I see myself夢の木をI see myself by ~Karinta
登られ とき に
When I climb up high
Upon the gnarled tree of dreams
I see myself there.
Special Kind of PassionSo harshly doth this scarred sky melt like waxSpecial Kind of Passion by ~LordAzrael85
With my face hidden amongst everyone;
My race cast dark by an envious sun,
Hurling my heart into such tiresome woe.
I have caught bright glimpses of salvation
That relate to me strangely yet clearly;
An angel's sweet voice beckoning my ears
Even though I know I should not listen.
Are our lives entwined in a world of fear
Where this romance could never truly last?
Or will our future erase this sad past
Leaving us to love without wavering?
Adorned with our triumphant miracles,
We will lock eternal eyes without shame;
We will pass kind time as we so remain
Entranced by our special kind of passion.
SomnolentSomnolent by =AlecBell
Bewitched beauty sleeps.
In her deep slumber she waits
for his claiming kiss.
from nowhere near herepoems unwritten -from nowhere near here by *alapip
might be read
as if found
in one's head.
[what else mopes undiscovered there
beneath this scalp devoid of hair]
are these the knots
within the tendons of my neck -
from the dregs
of living wreck?
as i lie
before the quantum onslaught
of the cosmos,
is it coursing to my aid,
reinforcement - to be pled,
reimbursement - to be paid?
llp - oct2010 - dA
HT - ContemplateHe sits on the hillHT - Contemplate by ~noisybubbles
Wondering if he did right,
Not saying goodbye.
TransitionTransition by =AlecBell
A timeless moment,
dawn or dusk, day comes or goes
imperceptibly. As though
time had melted, glowing light
seems to immobilise cloud
and waves. Does day wax or wane?
fireflysunlight, long through blue bottles fallsfirefly by ~Hyperionic-Xmissions
across her hand in his, the touch before
lust, beneath the weight of relevance
desperate for permanence, suspension
blue-bottles burn a purple cool, night-light
moonlight, under waters time-lapsed
and soft, across firefly constellations
in a backyard universe of love and lust
HT - Pieces of MeThese pieces of meHT - Pieces of Me by ~noisybubbles
Are here, laid out before you.
Take them as you will.
tangle states, pre post atomictangled - we triptangle states, pre post atomic by *alapip
untangled - from the grip we slip
entangled - past lightspeed we rip
disentangled - into 'time' we zip
through it all [drip]
the constant drip [drip]
of discovery [drip]
choose a door, please...
llp - oct2010 - dA
GehennaI recall theGehenna by ~bshuffett
I no longer
felt at peace
Such a subtle
I could see
I closed the
October 17th, 2010
AvariceThe dragon slumbers,Avarice by ~PTGreat
curled around hoarded treasure
and charred would-be thieves.
RemainsThis airy space has echoed to such sounds as this since first a building was raised in those forgotten shadow days when brutish Norman lords held sway. They bconstructed massive looming palaces for their god.Remains by =AlecBell
They paid for choral song they hoped might lull their angry god to mercy, for men who never, while living, knew the meaning of the word.
Centuries have passed,
invading war lords nothing
now but nameless bones