Stunning Sunset #2

For the forth day in a row, 

clouds are painted with 

brushstrokes of sunlight.

Stunning! 

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Stunning Sunsets

During the past several days, the sunsets here in Western New York have been stunningly colorful.  I did read that there was a volcano that erupted in Mexico on September 23rd, so perhaps some of that volcanic ash has contributed to the deep colors we're seeing this weekend.  

Here are a few of the various shots I've taken in the past three days around Rochester, NY. 

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Enabled

enabler(s)

these are faces weathered
flawed anguished serene;

bright ideas between lines
of thought planted on eons;

we the spectators to life,
OBE-like as if in denial

of self, destroy as we create
barriers to our own salvation.

you are rainwater seeping
into your mind's evolution;

others are seasons unrelenting
in progressions of endeavor;

she is your mother weeping
at the gate of your release;

he is the father raging at
all he neglected to teach;

I am the impassioned one
selling my soul for reason.

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(un)broken

(un)broken

into the sky, into fire 

yet never will I travel

willingly to extinction: 

light surrounds all we 

see.  even darkness 

is but a silent shadow.

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 

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Incarnations: One View

(re)incarnations 

it's movement in the corner of my eye:

wind catching a tree in early morning 

darkness;  watching leaves rustle in 

a pre-storm gale outside the window 

in silence.  reflection is a reminder

that our origins, real and perceived, 

memorize all paths we consider with

trepidation.  past, present, and future

are siblings of incarnations we 

create with breadth, if not reason.

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 

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Ruminate. Again.

ruminate

summer isn't 

finished.

abandoned, sultry 

sunlight

is a dream not 

discussed

except in coded

stanzas 

of disconnect. I 

feel 

ripples of water 

tease

desire. your 

fleeting  

of years and 

hearts 

inconvenience these

histories 

of high and low

tide.

   

Poem © Rick Burnett Baker 

Photo © Rick Burnett Baker 

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