Five: The Letter
Posted: February 5, 2011 Filed under: Art, More FC3, Photography, Poetry | Tags: Art, Bird, Birds, D90, Farm, FC3, isms, Love, Minimalism, Nikon, NJ, Photo, Photographic, Photography, Poetry, Sussex County, Uncategorized | Tags: Art 6 Comments »
The Letter
The rain fell long and hard and oh so cold,
The evening clouds dark and gray,
He had to see her right away,
So in love with her, head over heels
Let her know just how he feels,
She left him there in the rain and in the cold,
Could her soul be so bold?
Her heart was empty and her eyes were shy,
She thought she would die,
She Loved him too, with all her heart, but–
He did not know how complicated it might be,
He just thought of her and it made him glee,
She could not let him know the truth, At least not yet.
She knew one day she’d make it right,
But for now she had to fight,
The time had come, no more delay,
Although she knew his Love might stray,
Got there just in time and let her know,
He could not deny his love would grow,
Her eyes lit up, her head tilted low,
She looked away, and then he left her there,
They both knew they made a perfect pair,
One day,
The timing would be right,
But tonight it did not feel right.
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Four: The Arrival — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone
Posted: February 5, 2011 Filed under: Art, FC3ZMD, More FC3, Photography, Poetry | Tags: Art, Bird, Birds, D90, Farm, FC3, FC3ZMD, isms, Love, Minimalism, Nikon, Photo, Photographic, Poetry, Sussex County, Zorlone 6 Comments »The Arrival
From a thousand miles they came to see the show,
The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,
The lights shown bright, oh what a sight,
They sat snuck together, nice and tight,
It felt right after such a long flight,
Try not to think of saying good night.
Just sit right back and enjoy the view,
Cause they all knew, these days are few,
Just sit right back and enjoy the craze,
Before the velvet curtains are raised,
The soft white snow began to accrue,
No one cared, they weren’t subdued,
They all knew, these days are few,
They laughed and mused at the stage anew,
The greatest show of their age revived,
Just then they knew they had arrived,
Buzz— Swoosh— Boo—
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Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by: Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry
The Arrival
They came from many miles around to see the show,
The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,
The lights shown bright, what a sight,
They sat close together, nice and tight,
It felt right after such a long flight,
Try not to think of when it is time to go,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
They all knew, these days are few,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
Before the velvet curtains drew,
The soft white snow began to accrue,
No one cared, they weren’t scared,
They all knew, these days are few,
They laughed and mused at the stage,
The greatest show of their age,
Just then they knew they had arrived,
Buzz— Swoosh— Moo—
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