Between raindrops
the sky hangs close
a blanket wrapped about us
spun in greys and blues
her shining hazel eyes
carry me
to early years —
small upturned face
eyes and mouth blinking open
catching treasured drops
wordlessly
Click on the photo to see a larger version. It's worth it!
posted by MB at 8:33 AM
11 Comments:
The way your words and pictures work together; the intensity and momentariness in this - almost unbelievable.
Thanks Jean, I appreciate your comment. I was trying to grasp an intensity, a momentariness — you're exactly right, and I'm gratified to know it came across. I wasn't sure it would. The problem with writing and posting immediately is I have no distance from which to judge whether something works well or not. Still, there remain other advantages, so I continue.
These beautiful words make me think of a child, catching raindrops, but also of a baby at her mother's breast. Those treasured drops.
something primeval about this one... the magic of rain...
great photo and words!
What a beautiful way to look back a remember. I think treasures were being caught by both!!
great moment to hold
Well, I had such a nice juicy thoughtful comment, but The Comment Bugaboo ate it.
So I have to content myself with..."aaaahhhhh."
RA, there's a lot of history of both, all treasured.
Polona, thanks for your wonderful words.
Pat, you got it. Thanks.
Floots, yup!
Lori, argh, not The Comment Bugaboo! But I have to say, "aaaahhh" does quite nicely. Thank you very much.
Your words are pure magic.
Gautami Tripathy, it's an honor to have you say so! Thank you.
Love the immage-I see a small child tasting her firt rain drops
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