Monday, June 14, 2010

The walking

D300 - 24 mm, 1/2 sec f/22, ISO 100

Sparkling jewels I have found
among many other things:
a secret
small and not for sale,
time to think,
a ponytail.

Yet treasures lay,
(my dearest ones)
in blurred paths, so dull and gray
like canvas ready to be stroked
by time itself
and hearts, at play.

7 comments:

  1. Amazing: I was just thinking about you yesterday and how I should send you a note to see if you were okay!

    Wonderful poem. I've been missing your posts.

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  2. ...the ponytail... I can see it!
    Glad you're back!

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  3. Dear friends, it has indeed been a long time. I should now be back for real, after a rather troublesome period.
    Thank you for your support :-)

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  4. Andrea! We need to catch up. I'm glad you're doing well and are back. I love your photography and wish I was as skilled in poetry. It's truly beautiful.

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  5. AC! Oh it is good to see you again. You were on my mind in the last few days, and I wondered how you were, now here you are!

    Beautiful words for a provocative picture. :-)

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  6. I was just thinking of you too! Maybe all of our minds pulled you into writing more blogs :) Good to see you writing again....beautiful poetry as usual.

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  7. Hmm.. maybe you're right. There can be some connection, however subtle, to link all our bloggers minds. You all are my inspiration then :-); what more can I ask for?

    @catvibe: I owe you some pictures (I know.. it's a little late). They are printed and ready to be sent. If it's ok, write me an email (or a message on FB) with your address.

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