Thursday, May 31, 2012

a pastel world

a pastel world by Damian Gadal
a pastel world, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
We shaded the days in blue and gray,
to fit our mood and reflect our fancy

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Feathered Friend

Feathered Friend by Damian Gadal
Feathered Friend, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Down by the water,
waiting for our ship to come in,
not getting any younger,
we'll meet up again...
and walk along the shore,
farther and farther,
and like sailors and seamen,
we'll find shelter in the harbor.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Enchanted

Enchanted by Damian Gadal
Enchanted, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Sarah was a free spirit, a woman who liked to keep flowers in her hair.

The life of the party who seemed younger than her years,
though problems with the bottle brought her heartache and tears.

She lived life for the moment free from worry or care.

Always the bridesmaid would certainly ring true,
recklessly headed towards something she couldn't undo.

Imbibing too much at her best friends wedding,
she went for air to clear her head from boozing.

She didn't see the car when she stepped into oncoming traffic,
a frantic driver screamed, her ending so tragic.

Sarah was a free spirit, a woman who liked to keep flowers in her hair.

She lived life for the moment free from worry or care.

Not your time

Not your time by Damian Gadal
Not your time, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
We'd just finished smoking out on the little patio adjacent to the convalescent home, when we heard them looking for us.

Sharing a cigarette was the least I could do for Eleanor... "95 and trapped" was how she put it.

She'd outlived her children, and her grandchildren all lived out of state.

She had a few friends in the home, that is on the days when they remembered who she was, but mostly she was alone.

She was thrilled when I agreed to give her a smoke, and then help her to sneak out to enjoy it.  Sure I could get in trouble, but seriously, I didn't care.  She was a prisoner, she knew it, and so did I.  Two rebels fighting the system seemed to give her lots of joy.

It had been something she'd done most of her life, growing up in the segregated south had challenges she seems to relish in having overcome.

We smoked and laughed quietly, a moment that ended all too soon.  We said our goodbyes, and I headed off to visit a friend.

And that's the last I saw of Eleanor.... a joy to pass the time with.

Looking for truth

Looking for truth by Damian Gadal
Looking for truth, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
It's something you'll never find,
wrapped in words with no meaning,
disguised in facts, inside out...

Monday, May 28, 2012

Here comes the night

Here comes the night by Damian Gadal
Here comes the night, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Our love never saw the light of day,
just steamy windows,
and midnight passion plays,
love hanging in the gallows...
I still see the sadness on your face,
the tears welling you your eyes,
we let linger one final embrace,
parting you smiled, and said goodbye...

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Inventing other lives

Inventing other lives by Damian Gadal
Inventing other lives, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Here's to our future,
may it be a long one,
filled with joy and happiness,
love and good times,
first,
let's get through the bad times,
survive the hard times too,
when time is easy I'll come back,
to try a life together, me and you,
take care,
goodbye.