Refuge

beautiful, photography, poem, poetry 1 Minute 
it was a place
      of refuge
for those who
   broke tabu.

you'd run for
      your life
and you might
live another
   day or two.

   maybe a priest
would instruct
you in the error 
   of  your ways.

and if you learned 
      your lesson,
you might live 
   out your days.

      my world is
much different,

places of refuge
      are few and
   hard to find.

Published by murray robertson

I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there. Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday. (I've done that.) I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, maybe what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic. I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing and my family has had writers in the family tree. My dad loved to tell stories. But I don't think that he made them up. I have shared thousands of my poems on the internet, to a considerable audience and I'm considering making a selection of them, in a book or books.

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