The Jesus of Insurrection Photography and Art, Poetry, Surrealism, Virtual Photography The Jesus of insurrection ascends from the flames of Gehenna, He walks on waves in black and white He leaves fingerprints on my lips, flames leap to absolute green He settles and waits. Events condense as fog. I wear my reality as tight as skin; the slightest break will kill me. RG 1986-2015-2018 Share the Love:TumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInTwitterEmailWhatsAppFacebookPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related
Rob this is definitely one of your best. It’s powerful, beautiful, and relate-able. Terrific image — and it’s perfect for this piece. The terror of that tightly worn reality… it’s become so threadbare… easy to break. Hugs on the wing. LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank’s Teagan. I appreciate the comment and critique. I think this piece is a go for the book of poems we discussed. LikeLiked by 1 person
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Rob this is definitely one of your best. It’s powerful, beautiful, and relate-able. Terrific image — and it’s perfect for this piece.
The terror of that tightly worn reality… it’s become so threadbare… easy to break.
Hugs on the wing.
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Thank’s Teagan. I appreciate the comment and critique. I think this piece is a go for the book of poems we discussed.
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Brilliant, just brilliant.
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Thank you, Paula. I think I’ll include this one in my book of poems.
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