426. Bridge 

About living a life of meaning…  There’s a bridge between our daily chores, And yawn – work – boring, Corporate snores. It leads to meaning, one and all,  On it we trudge to truth.  At first our bridge is rather small, An untrained muscle, will we fall?   And though it seems the end will…

392. Contemplation

About knowing what you must do, but not how to do it…  I threw a cushion at the floor and screamed, In total absolute frustration, Knowing full well what to do, Found no means, in contemplation.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

383. Outsider 

About our peculiar existence… Outsiders, that’s all that you are, You don’t see me, For me. Yet, do I seem to be untrue, As am I outside… You?  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, London, 2016) 

370. Bolt

About what it feels like when clarity strikes…  Sepia days feeding,  Monochrome months,  Perhaps yellow-less years, Drab with fears.  Until one day it hits, And rainbow commits, Coloured crime to your lips, As the world starts to sing. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

338. Clarity 

About the times when I question everything I have chosen…  On a country walk, I wonder,  If alone, could I uncover?  Betterment, in solo living, Untethered from it all.  But hermitude, eludes me still, And frankly I don’t feel a thrill,  To think I may exist alone, I contradict, once more.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine,…

319. Storyboard 

About grafitti… And so the social storyboards,  Slip meaning onto city walls,  And sidewalks with their coloured scrawls, Of debatably art.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

296. Career 

About feeling conflicted about your day job…  Butterfly, my precious soul,  Creative wisp of joy, I carry you, so delicate,  Deployed, I fall in love once more, Yet, I’m festooned,  With trinkets, Birthed from rather different ends,  I’m safe for all the casharoo, I make playing pretend. My butterfly is locked from sight, To spread…

291. Frog 

About this street art that someone drew on the pavement near my home.. Someone drew a frog, On the street it’s looking up, At me now, with its big eyes, As I wonder if I’m high.  Meaning? not too clear,  Am I missing a sincere,  Thought or something to revere?  Or is this just a…

274. Odd

This intrinsically odd sketch of a lizard man on an art shop door made me smile the other day, partially for its peculiar proportions, but also because it seemed completely unnecessary. It got me wondering about the very concept of necessity and how regularly we deem, at least in my circle of peers, things to…

265. Construct 

Objectively and logically speaking, this banana shaped construct outside a Montreal Metro station has absolutely no pertinent purpose whatsoever. But hovering like flies a few metres away from it, I watched as countless people stopped, smiled and snapped pictures with it. It seemed to create little blimps of positivity, in skies that were a dredge…

248. Exemplify 

Bad art elicits no emotional response whatsoever. Good art can help us deduce an emotion or understand a frame of mind. Great art exemplifies it’s meaning through the mastery of it’s given art form. I enjoyed this painting on a coffee shop wall the other week. I felt it totally captured a moment in time,…

239. Neverything 

I came across this tiny graffiti the other day in a park, whilst in the Toronto downtown, and was immediately drawn to interpret it’s meaning. After time spent musing, I wrote this poem.  Reality is many things, Objectively it’s anything, My life is something I can’t wing, The Cosmos likes to sing.  But what if I…