Just beneath the surface
I’d see a glimpse
at keeping it
But with me
you let it slide
the boy next door
Those sparkling eyes
You were just
what they thought
They saw the surface
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.
Please enjoy this beautiful take on a winter’s day from one of my favorite bloggers and an amazingly talented photographer. ❤
A WINTER LANDSCAPE IN RURAL Minnesota can, at first glance, seem visually unappealing. White upon white upon white. But then a moment happens. A curtain opens in the mind to reveal a scene that holds spectacular beauty. Stubble pokes through snowy fields. A farm site stands isolated, yet strong, in all that winter vastness. […]
via Winter photo poetry — Minnesota Prairie Roots
Pieces of paper that hold a link to the past.
The edges are curled; they won’t lay flat.
In shades of grey and black they are bound to the page.
Eyes that no longer see, from a long ago age.
My history, I’m told, in the faces of that time.
The images are cold; frozen in time.
These strangers we cling to, a link to the past.
We long to connect; a link to be grasped.
We close the album pages; trusting again
We’re leaving a link, for our family & friends.
Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson
I found this amazing photo on Unsplash.com. Credit goes to a photographer that goes by “Vero Photoart”. She has a website that you can check out here: http://verophotoart.wixsite.com/photo
After recently having what I consider to be a milestone birthday, I’ve started to write about aging on a couple of different occasions. But those writings took directions that I was not happy with.
While looking for inspiration for my aging piece, I came across this photo. I keep going back to it and looking at it.
I wonder about the story behind the photo. Who is this guy and what’s his story? How old is he? I bet he’s not really that old. It looks like his hair is wet. His beard is neatly combed.
Look at his eyes. I see stories there.
It has made me so curious that I’ve written to the photographer and asked her about him. We’ll see if I get a response. I will keep you posted!
What do you think? What do you see in this photo?
The photos in this post were taken by my BFF. The miniature rose bush shown here is 8 years old. My BFF has had the same bush for that length of time. It was originally a soft pink all over.
But look at the surprise this little beauty had for her this year! I’ve never seen anything like it!
There are miracles in life. They happen every day. You just have to stop and smell the roses!