Snapshots

It needs life to see beyond
the narrow strip of black and white
and time which ages snapshots and
pages to differing shades of sepia
or,

(like memory)
it all fades into blues and greys
and on into the white of nothing

Yet,
below the surface
lays the hidden passion.
The love.
The dreams of journeys on
paths just waiting to be written
and horizons longing to be
gazed upon then, stained with
indelible ink upon the yearning
in our soul.

If trees could talk
(maybe)
they would tell us of how much
pain and suffering it took to
grow each circle and each line.
Of how they learn to bend without
breaking and how they know
(instinctively)
that to bring
about new growth something
has to die
yet, still they keep
reaching for the stars

Perhaps they know that everything
which exists is neither
black or white
but, is instead
a painter’s palette of
imperceptibly blended
colours of creation.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Thanks for for images at Real Toads. Liked them all but this one seemed to ‘speak’ to me

Shared with With real Toads #Images by Mary Ann Potter aka Starcatcher

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

13 thoughts on “Snapshots”

  1. a painter’s palette of
    imperceptibly blended
    colours of creation.

    That is amazing! (fyi: This CAPTCHA Code is killing me. I type in what I see, but am wrong more than half the time. I suggest changing the word verification if you can…

  2. Oh my goodness. I love all of your work but this one is my favorite………….”the dreams of journeys on pathways just waiting to be written” and the entire stanza about if the trees could talk. OMG. FANTASTIC poem!

  3. There is something so remarkably special about this poem. I love the wisdom shared by the trees, but more the wisdom of the mind that conceived these lines.

  4. It was hard to choose which picture to use, but this one spoke to me also. I love the depth of the picture, and you poem truly bring them out. Beautiful write.

  5. love that bit about if trees could talk…each of those circles is a story…trees capture lots of stories…and they are my friends…smiles.

  6. A painters palette, like a rainbow world with everything all nice and colorful. Then I can go steal that bloody pot of gold. Look where you made my mind go.

  7. This is a beautiful capture of the picture…love the details of the trees talking and reaching for the stars ~

    Love this ~

  8. A gorgeous write…I love these lines…The dreams of journeys on
    paths just waiting to be written
    and horizons longing to be
    gazed upon then, stained with
    indelible ink upon the yearning
    in our soul.

  9. Trees do talk, very long, very full stories I think. They whisper about the harshness of the winter in 1972 and the year the lovers carved they’re initials in the trunk with a rusty can opener. You used this photo to your fullest advantage. I loved the tone and the slow and undulating rhythm they created….loved it.

  10. Oh, I really enjoyed this poem, especially the lines about fading away, so closely akin to the way I process many of my photographs. What a blessing to read work prompted by my work! Thank you so much. This is a beautiful work of words!

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