Thanks Stan. So, I wonder, without the photo, is it a stand alone poem or does it need to have that photo there. Old Robert Frost made "Stopping by the Woods" without a photo. That's life. I'm lucky to have a wife who can take a very good picture.
Reading this again and everything I said before, it’s beautiful, Wes.
Maybe shadows are those ghosts we love, allowed to walk with us in the sunlight but called home - like when we were kids, running - by our parents when it got dark, telling us it’s time to be home and to rest.
I was going to tell you the Shadows poem might be my favorite! I’m not being maudlin about the ghosts either - I’d like to think they’re inter dimensional comics!
After my father died my sister and brother relayed to me events they believed were signs from him. But although I was closest to him in the last months of his life, I neither saw him in dreams - nor around me since I poured wine in the garden as an offering- (when every light along the street went out) a day after we’d left him at the cemetery.
Either would stand alone, in my opinion. They could be in France, Spain, US, Croatia, etc, , even in Canada at the end of summer. Therefore, everyone could close their eyes and see the beautiful photo that Laurie took.
I trust you are both well and enjoying your eternal summer.
How beautiful this poem is, Wes. Stanley said it perfectly- as if you spoke Laurie’s picture in these words and married them with heart.
Thanks Patris, it really is hard work channeling a rose bush.
A bouquet for Laurie I thought!
Excellent poem. It is exactly that picture in words.
Thanks Stan. So, I wonder, without the photo, is it a stand alone poem or does it need to have that photo there. Old Robert Frost made "Stopping by the Woods" without a photo. That's life. I'm lucky to have a wife who can take a very good picture.
Both are good individually but together they are great!
I’ll tell her Stan
Reading this again and everything I said before, it’s beautiful, Wes.
Maybe shadows are those ghosts we love, allowed to walk with us in the sunlight but called home - like when we were kids, running - by our parents when it got dark, telling us it’s time to be home and to rest.
(As old as I am I remember chasing my shadow on the sidewalk trying to trick it into allowing me to jump on it)
Oh, I tried to do the same thing!
Great minds with time on their hands
Thanks Patris. I know there's a poem in there, in your comment, something more serious than these comic ones but they take a while.
I was going to tell you the Shadows poem might be my favorite! I’m not being maudlin about the ghosts either - I’d like to think they’re inter dimensional comics!
That's a good image, "inter dimensional comics"
After my father died my sister and brother relayed to me events they believed were signs from him. But although I was closest to him in the last months of his life, I neither saw him in dreams - nor around me since I poured wine in the garden as an offering- (when every light along the street went out) a day after we’d left him at the cemetery.
Until the night of the following Halloween.
To be continued……
Laurie really does take inspiring photos!
Yeah, she has such a good eye for composition.
Either would stand alone, in my opinion. They could be in France, Spain, US, Croatia, etc, , even in Canada at the end of summer. Therefore, everyone could close their eyes and see the beautiful photo that Laurie took.
I trust you are both well and enjoying your eternal summer.
As you can tell, Norma, we are trying to make the most of every day since who can know how many more we are given.
They really do need to paint that downspout!
I’m going to knock on their door and get that started
They really do need to paint that downspout!
What a lovely union -- picture and poem.
Thank you Jessica.
Exactly!