GUESS THE GHOST
It was the day I disappeared.
And it happened outside the Library!
I saw the imposing couple
In the foyer.
A photo opportunity
Reflection, shade, comparison,
All were suggested.
The green trees,
The threatening shadows,
The sheen of glass.
And I would be there!
The fat little photographer
Caught in the act!
It would be amusing!
Later, I viewed my work.
There they were,
The long-armed couple
With their featureless features.
Or barring the way
To the world of literature?
There they were,
The lush green trees in the park,
Against the blue.
But where was I?
So it will be, eventually.
The monuments will be standing firm.
The foliage will be growing brightly.
But don't waste your time
Looking for me.
I will have disappeared.
More world-minus-me here:
Brenda, whatever you do, don't move toward the light! We like having you here! ;)
Did you disappear into the work?
And so you shall. But a bit of a reflection will remain.
Your rimes will remain. You have left a legacy in print!
I love the great shadows in this shot
What a fun post!
Joyce, IL, USA
don't write sad poems Brenda ..!!!!
Yes, I am afraid, that is the way of the world, Brenda. I like your reflection on a non-existing reflection. Have a lovely weekend.
Your photo is fascinating! And your poem, diverting from your usual rhythms, is almost a shock! It reaches beautifully, sensitively for the heart!
Reflections are so intriguing yet mysterious, sometimes we get so caught up them we disappear. Love this photo, fun post.
Through Squirrel Eyes
What a unique and wonderful picture. And a unique and wonderful poem as well. They go well together!
very clever reflection and disappearing act. Nice words as usual.
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