27 Sunday Nov 2016
Posted in Art, Inspiration, Love, Philosophy
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art, inspiration, love, philosophy, photos, soul
I looked into your eyes
and felt as if you knew me,
even though we’ve yet to meet.
Feeling rude, I quit staring,
but your eyes followed me,
causing me to look again.
Kindred spirits, by chance?
Or did you see my raw soul,
and know you could help?
I may never meet the eyes
from that photograph, but
I thank you for reaching me.
25 Saturday Jan 2014
Photobook software,
creatively slim, condenses
one’s life to a book, 8 by 10.
A few select photos,
a couple of words, and
Viola’! my whole life is preserved.
I should be happy that
these memories are saved,
professionally printed
and beautifully bound.
Yet, I feel like I cheated,
that I’ve muzzled my muse;
I must not let her
return to her box.
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
Phyllis Moorman 