Just beneath the surface
I’d see a glimpse
of it
of you
You’re good
at keeping it
from most
But with me
you let it slide
Most saw
the boy next door
Those sparkling eyes
fooled them
You were just
what they thought
you were
They saw the surface
ripple
I saw
the raging
storm
Just beneath the surface.
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Franks Dutch Goes the Photo Tuesday
Photo Prompt. You can see more or Frank's wonderful photography
And find out how to join in with his Tuesday prompt HERE.
Thank you, Frank!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Such a strong visual that creates an emotionally powerful poem.
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Thank you!
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Nice one Penny 🤗
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Thank you, Jess! ❤
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