Our eyes met.
I fell in love
with the image
I created.
Over time,
cicada like,
emerging, real,
I loved you more.
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- Stafford Ray
- Batemans Bayf, New South Wales, Australia
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I really like this. I wonder who did the metamorphasizing - you or her?
ReplyDeleteGood question! Maybe it was both. She learnt to trust and I learnt to obey! ;)
DeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Dear Stafford: Cicada's love their summer drone which I love as well as your poem~!
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful Stafford - you romantic sailor. Great metaphor.
ReplyDeleteShe sounds like a nice girl, Ray .
ReplyDeleteShe is not a nice girl. She is bossy, selfish and throws tantrums, but she loves me. So I see all the good bits and strangely, the more I look for the good bits, the more I find!
Deleteoh this was spectacular
ReplyDeleteTsk - you old romantic Stafford.
ReplyDeleteThis should have been your valentines post.