Midnight Rain

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)


Shuffling out of bed to stare
into the gaping maw of night
Provoked, it sends a flash
across the window pane
and roars in great defiance of all

then. . .

a change of direction, of fate. . .

Soothing to the ear, it calms
and settles softly
across the canvas of the earth
lulling its humble subjects into sleep
What a noble saint, the storms!

The power to tear apart lives
and power to bring lives together
All packed tightly among the droplets

but. . .

The stirring winds, malevolent in nature,
end up pulling the strings

Watching the World Run By. . .

Mood: calming, surreal, therapeutic, laid-back 

Colors: natural, realistic, contrasting (bench vs. nature)

Angle/Layout: simplistic, provocative, thoughtful

Interpretation: appreciation, respect, 

Space: clear, 

Claim: "In this photograph, the contrasting colors of the bench and the grass, along with the thoughtful camera angle, communicate a sense of appreciation and respect for the nature that we seldom acknowledge."

Through Jaded Eyes

 (An original poem by Ty Thomas)

Sharp points on verdant pine,
faded blooms of winter's coming,
whispering drops of storm's creation.

Children dance and laugh and play,
insects chitter in joyful abundance.
All while jaded eyes glare over them

and see nothing but a wasteland
waiting to be sowed. . .