by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2021 | creativity, human interest, musings, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
Some things are not meant to be,though I still save space for them,not knowing divine timingor even my own mind sometimes,and what is this compulsionto occupy perceptual emptiness,is it simply creativity seekinga natural outlet, the crashing surfcarving out caves on...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 23, 2021 | human interest, nature, personal, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
There are confusing encountersleaving one gasping for breath,the mind grasping for understanding;such is the nature of life and death,the latter being more recentin my world of experience; I eschew addictions, just as theyare sought to resolve what seemsunfathomable...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 17, 2021 | human interest, lifestyle, perspective, self awareness, Uncategorized
The concert grand stands indifferentlyin a palatial room built to house it;Hardly anyone spends time here,admiring frescoes and French lace,worn Italian club chairs gatherin around no one, empty opulencemarking privilege of the lostand missing inhabitants; Halfway...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 26, 2021 | healing, human interest, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Awake in the pre-dawn, the fields look empty,vast; wild creatures have long claimed the night,daytime unsafe for them in the companyof our species, and I know somewhere out thereis a fox leaping onto a rodent, a bear paddingtoward her den in the nearby hills, mountain...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 26, 2021 | #writephoto, COVID-19, human interest, Uncategorized
I stand alone, silhouetted by the dawn, queen of the mountain, the hill or nothing at all, tiny speck on a speck of stardust, endlessly orbiting in a vast, wide universe, wondering (do trees and coyotes wonder?), waiting, I suppose, to rejoin the human race after too...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2018 | compassion, human interest, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I saw her today, glimpsed her like a new creature shining and bright, free of the heavy cloak of denotation, bronze I have cast her in despite myself, all these years of believing she could in any way be known; Inside my own skin I remain a mystery, unfolding like the...
