A short distance further downstream from Upper Potter’s Falls is, you guessed it – Lower Potter’s Falls. A two-tier waterfall located along Crooked Fork Creek on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee, it’s a picturesque setting with several large boulders resting on geological terraces.
Prints are available featuring my photography, with several options to suit your interests – framed, canvas, art, metal, poster, wood, acrylic and tapestry. And, framed prints may also be customized.
Over the passed few years, I’ve published several poems on my web site. Many are written in response to creative writings posted by friends, and, therein, are commonly entitled Poem in Response, or, Poem for a Friend.
However, I also oftentimes include poetry in my comments on other sites, in response to various posts of friends which I’ve enjoyed reading. As such, and without further adieu, here are a few samples I’ve penned recently…
Your poetry flows as the beauty of sound present in water cascading through a forest, which, when emerging from the trees to see the source, its movement washes over ones heart in a blanket of peaceful appreciation.
With geometric imagery prevalent – light casting shadows, sequential steps, rectangular window panes, right angles, vertical handrail posts, a street crosswalk, etc. – choosing black and white to present this architectural space was a no-brainer.
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From recollection of a 1998 disc golf tournament I played in Stoneman Lake, AZ – In the Pines: 4th Annual Tribute to Jerry Garcia – to a roadtrip flashback of Grateful Dead shows attended in 1985, I wrote this short poem…
In the pines and under stars Concert goers swayed around In beads to beats of bongos Dancing bears rode waves of sound
Throughout the night The music played Until the morning sun
We stowed our tent And hit the road – deadheads in search of fun
This poem was written for Holly Hunter, a beautiful woman and talented poetess hailing from Florida. She’s a frequent source of my inspiration, a dear friend and someone whose company I truly appreciate. Please visit her site at House of Heart to enjoy her creative writings – thank you!
On astral winds
She drifts sublime
Across a starlit sky
The apple of my eye
Her waves of red
Long, lustrous hair
Her gorgeous smile
Warming my heart at night
A cosmic trail
The path with which I'll flow
So, if one day
She welcomes me
Two hearts, as one, may grow
Having read “A Leitura” (Portuguese, translated as The Reading), written by a very talented writer, beautiful woman and dear friend, Carla Milho – wherein she shares thoughts regarding emotion and perceptions – I was inspired to write this poem in response…
To see your eyes As I awake – my dream must have come true
Soothing, your smile Warming, my heart Together, here with you
Message to Carla: Your green eyes captivate with a beauty so grand as to melt the hearts of those whose vision you enter. Were good fortune to cross my path, such that tomorrow would see us sharing time together, I would forever be blessed with your presence, to appreciate wholeheartedly the joy which you so humbly, yet abundantly, convey. You, my dear Carla, more than any other, have the power to make dreams come true.
Prints available. With temperatures in the 70’s on Sunday, I took a walk around downtown Knoxville, Tennessee, to enjoy the sights. Here are a few photographs I shot while near the Sunsphere & Tennessee Amphitheater, each of which were constructed in 1982 for the World’s Fair.
Holly Hunter is a very talented poetess, beautiful woman and dear friend hailing from Florida, and I encourage you to visit her web site, House of Heart, to enjoy her creative writings.
Having read her recent work, “Water for Lovers“, I was inspired to write this poem in response…
Weightless in the waters of Europa, we shall gaze upon Jupiter, inspired and breathless with awe. Then, pursue a trail of stars as we indulge in grand equatorial vistas of Mars, along the Tharsis Rise. Sojourners, we’ll return to sink our feet into the sands of Jost Van Dyke and wet our whistles at the Soggy Dollar Bar, as the Caribbean Sea glistens with life before our eyes, calling us to swim again.
Having read “Loved Like Roses“, written by the beautiful Holly Hunter, a very talented poetess and friend hailing from The Sunshine State – wherein love is nurtured and flourishes in a summer garden – I was inspired to write this poem in response…
Flowing curves, under pen Laced of ink rippling wet Words converge, fresh with love Roses bloom in duet