Oh my daughter
By light’s waning do I see you fly.
Under the cover of secrecy
Does the heart push us to risk and danger.
How many times
Must I die this death?
To quell the strength
Of authority and dominion
The realm of balance
Tears at the heart.
Love has no bounds,
Is strongest when silent
And most practical
When spoken
Only in the right moment
Yeah….not sure why this ekphrastic went here. Both of our daughters left the nest some time ago. Just a memoir I suppose.
Photo is a multiple exposure using a cheap $150 mirror lens. Fun, but a fairly steep learning curve.
This is a really incredible piece, Mark.
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Thank you River, that means a lot to me.
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Youβre welcome.
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your poem is a perfect match to your stunning photo. I am always amazed at your work.
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Thank you Wendi….one of our daughter’s name is Wendy. Watching them grow up was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever experienced
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my pleasure………..I completely understand your sentiment with several kiddos of my own. the greatest gift of all has been my children.
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Amazing poem Mark! And oh my Goodness that photo! That haunting full moon! Full of magic and nostalgia. Both are excellent!!
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Thanks so much Kat!
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Beautiful poem!πππ π
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Thanks so much!
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This little poem is lovely! Both heart-warming and wrenching. Good job.
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Thanks for that. It is and was both,
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