A photo-diary of a Creative in Istanbul on New Years Eve I changed my hair color three times this year. Pink, burgundy and now blue! This shot reminds me of an old Flemish painting…. I have no idea why… There is a sense of peace in a city (Istanbul) where the buildings have been around … Continue reading I hope in the end it is a LOVE STORY
Almost There
Image may be subject to © green intense light of love heart love pulsating tears rolling down the pale blue window inside my mind’s eye the right side, a film playing over and over again heart pain silent relentless take it away I beg make it go away intense lights bright smiles and … Continue reading Almost There
Mate(d)
Pixabay Image Mate(d) I reserve my right to love you to mate with you in wild and wondrous ways to hold you sacred to enter into an affair heart mind body and soul I reserve my right to fill your empty spaces with joy and laughter and friendship I promise I … Continue reading Mate(d)
Rooms
Rooms my heart has many rooms and in these rooms I find old stories sadness, pain, loss and incredible moments of joy and love I would not (ex)change the lows for were they not a high waiting to happen? were they not a fearful no aching to become a jubilant yes! … Continue reading Rooms
Run Off
Run Off the skies open up screamed in anger poured down hurt Mother Nature’s broken home hurling, swirling, raging promising revenge silver swords striking palm trees split no longer swaying rivers running mad overflowing emotion depression. insanity. incomprehension. exhaustion. tears abate flooded roads all lead back to you © Run Off, I (Spy) … Continue reading Run Off
The Art of Love
The Art of Love a moments rest time to digest the thoughts of him his illness my Love so long ago and yet always clear present and near words uninvited the sound of his voice teasing knowing that something was not quite right the solemn day rushes up to me grabs my … Continue reading The Art of Love
Who is That Child
who is that child by your side who is that child is he the one I always wanted is he the love part of you living on born of another your love child I want to know your son I want to hold him close I want to see … Continue reading Who is That Child
Enough
© Lynda Filler Photography too many have come before you and left before you and promised nothing and in the past, nothing was enough © Love Rehab, Lynda Filler
Driftwood
Driftwood seductive tropical waters glorious and turbulent seas tides in, tides out my body flows a siren sings my heart aches for thee secrets, dreams, and shattered, battered souls like broken coral and shifting sands empty shells and d r i f t w o o d ancient messages … Continue reading Driftwood
Blind
Blind lightening blinds twists turn my mind my heart slows tears flow in pain, I know you exist in your own way in your own time you loved me but not enough © Blind, I (Spy) Love Lynda Filler Poetry
Lynda Filler 