Eye View #16

beyond

the

horizon

of trees,

sunsets

pastel

palate

strokes

the clouds,

leaving

me an

Impression

of Monet,

staged

by the

Beloved’s

hand

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Photo and words by lg/eob

🌎✌🏻💙, take care, be safe

Boxes*

She knew

there was no room

for her.

The sincerity

of words written,

shattered emotion,

carried fragile lines.

Waiting

each day

adding another

promise penned

joining others.

Letters, cards

laid to rest

in boxes,

waiting.

Becoming fragile

with each

passing year,

waiting.

Life moved on

time stood still;

the boxes

waited.

Bound secretly

she was

that warm

summer night

to One.

her heart

waited,

in silence.

she gazed upon

dusks violet light,

knowing the

boxes

waited,

within them

she placed

her words,

Bound

Love

Promised

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Note: I hope that you enjoy my song choice which was originally recorded by Civil Twilight. However I chose this recording by Lauren King I wanted to use woman’s voice for this piece. She sings this song clearly and beautifully.

Always 🌎✌🏻💜 Be safe, take care.

Poetry by Nathan Cocker – i don’t usually reblog, however I find his work interesting and thought provoking. I suggest visiting his blog

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A Quiet Man *

I speak to

you sometimes

in those moments

before

sunset

sunrise,

I feel your closeness

within the sound

of the wind through

the trees.

I miss

your gentle quiet ways,

comfortable with silence;

your words of wisdom,

offered tenderly;

your ever present smile,

my own given in return;

your calm ice blue eyes,

that always saw my soul.

I was like an island,

surrounded by an

endless ocean

of love you held

in your heart

for me.

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*Note: I was lucky to have this gentle man as my father.

This is a photo of my Dad at the age of 21 shortly after my parents were married. My Dad is looking directly into the lens he always did that. He looked people straight in the eye never looking away. As I got older I noticed it made people uncomfortable, sometimes they’d look away. I remember asking my Dad why that was. His response was two fold, either their lying or hiding something deeper they don’t want you to see.

On a side note: I have a photo of my Mother age 17 in the same setting, apparently taken the same day. however she is actually reading (she loved books) the book.

Wishing my fellow bloggers a Happy Fathers Day to the men who choose to be a Dad, Step Dad, Adopt, or Mentor a child, remember be kind, understanding you are molding who they’ll become.

Always 🌎 ✌🏻 💙 Take care, be safe.

BLM

Black is the color of my skin~

the difference

between you and me

Live life without fear my dream~

the difference

between you and me

Matter as a human being~

the difference

between you and me

~~~~~

Willing too accept change

Have love for our diversity

Indifference no longer acceptable

Together we can grow strong

Embrace ‘n respect our differences

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