Wreckage afloat ..


an inevitable fall

With a tenuous grip

Hanging to a

vanishing hope

Oh distant birds

coming or

departing away…

Is it a sunrise treat

or a sunset ailing and


Mayday , mayday..

ashes in thin air …

A battered soul holding to


officially … still

afloat ..


Posted on August 31, 2012, in Photography, Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Photography flawless… but subject of poem is sad to me Tarek. The battered soul is still holding on though, and the wreckage it thankfully still officially afloat. This also speaks of hope, and I will focus there. May the tenuous grip maintain its strength until the sun does rise again. Sending Loving Wishes for across the universe ~RL

  2. Stunning image of many muted colors, of life worn….hanging on…we often feel that way but look how beautifully we can grow old…sad but stirring Tarek…..

  3. Hello Tarek, take a look at my blog today!
    Hope you don’t mind that I edited it a bit…xomeryl

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