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| image by Bonnie |
he knelt over her,
his hand still braced beneath her head.
she smiled up into his wrinkly old eyes.
as the gentle notes of a violin floated in the air
she saw him transform.
the wrinkles vanished
the grey turned dark again
and his smile spoke of kisses yet to come
she escaped into his soulful eyes
time sweeping away the pain
coursing through her well worn limbs
there she saw herself
in the light of his love
young and vibrant
beautiful and sensual
shy and intense
his loving whispers mingled
with the sound of the strings
a song of promise seeped into her
as her eyes closed
flashes of memories
flickered like an old film
of a day long ago when promises
bound their hands together
melding their hearts into one
she listened as time sang their tale
and clung to the feel of his hand
brushing her cheek lovingly
as their first kiss
dissolved
into their last
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| cropped just her hat... Can you see the man kneeling? |
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| Can you see the woman? |
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| image by Bonnie |
can you see the child
hiding beneath the wings
of the angel
caught in an embrace
with the woman
melting into death's sweet kiss?
who is the this child
hiding beneath the wings
of an angel?
is she the essence of the woman
escaping once again into the world
or an innocent soul along for the ride?
i'm not sure what the deal is with the "death's sweet kiss." especially when the previous writing involved a last kiss. as for what exactly the oddity above is...i cannot say. my intent was not to write a poem (i use that term lightly for what is scrawled above)...just to inquire if you see the child that is not really there. (click on the image and zoom in...see if you can see the child hidden beneath the wings...it is an illusion created by the processing done to the original photo...if you can't see her...no worries...as i mentioned today i seem to be seeing things...)
smiles. you gave me chuckles with your explanations...but i followed you...and you did well with the verse...i do suggest you go find you some kisses since they invaded both and things should clear up...smiles.
ReplyDeletethe first photo is so interesting to me. I think it is amazing what you saw! What you wrote is my fav take on the photo. Their first kiss became their last - gave me chills of bitter-sweetness. Sooooo good, rmp.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your meanderings into the pictures...isn't that what good art should do? Your words blended with them brilliantly...fabulous!
ReplyDeleteI was captivated by the information after the poems as much as the poems themselves. The first image had a texture added to it after I created the composite. Textures add all kinds of unexpected 'entities'. (I am forever pointing out images of faces and forms to my husband in tiles, sidewalks, clouds, etc. etc. which he cannot see. Perhaps they appear just to certain eyes, at certain times.
ReplyDeleteA delight to read!