Reblog – White Tulip by Murray Robertson

The beauty in this piece attracted me immediately. I hope you all enjoy it as well. 🙂

Murray Robertson (photography & poems)

White Tulip

   she sits
majestic
      in her
   loveliness

pure sunshine 
   on her face, 
pure beauty

   while broken
by fierce winds, 
   our mainsails
in such tatters,

we might miss
something so
   amazing 
it can change
      our game.
  show me
something vivid
   immutably
   beautiful, 

   her face 
      in the 
morning sun

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Burgundy Moon

with lightly treading steps
inhaling deep the richness before me
the breath of the trees
fill my lungs with purity

the tinged mist all around
and the reddish-pinkish orb barely there
brown thin tendrils reach to the sky
as if clamoring to hug it

the magic of this night draws me in
the whispers of the woods fill my head
as if begging for a dance under the burgundy moon
mystery and enchantments guide me further in

It Doesn’t Care

Hal had me pondering a bit more about this recent piece

Taken

It still astounds me
how fast and unforgiving
fate’s hands can be.

How can a life be so
quickly and relentlessly taken…

Without any fucking remorse?

As life comes at us, it certainly does feel like it has no remorse. At times, it feels relentless in providing us one lash of the whip after the other, doesn’t it? Bit of a sadist, I’d also say. After reflection, my answer to the question posed in the piece is simply this…

Nature is an immortal and indiscriminate serial killer.

What do you think? And what does it take to keep on going?