Posts Tagged ‘photo’
If you take photos/
with someone else in the pics,/
are they true selfies?
She stares up at me,/
languid eyes, hundreds of miles/
distant. That she weren’t.
She stares at me with/
languid eyes, miles away. I/
wish she weren’t so far.
A Nana’s deep words and photos
dance with and grip my soul:
Canada geese in flight. Moon rise.
An autumn river’s flow.
Unknown, she grew up and lives
amidst fall’s brightly-hued leaves.
Just as I, as a child, did:
captured by the spells that nature weaves.
She will live free (or die!)
As I did the Midwest.
She even wears the same boots as I!
We could be lovers (or twins at best).
But someone else has gone where I want to go.
I wish I was the one who’d met her long ago.
What is it like to/
know that, each time her photo/
appears, men dream-sigh?
My stylist screamed “NOOOOOOOO!!”/
at my no-glasses photo./
She saw my buzz cut.
Today I showed my/
co-worker her photo and/
said: “Here’s my dream girl.”
I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.
An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.
She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.