Friday, July 15, 2005

Without an End

She watches;
He sits alone;
Surreal aura;
Sepia tones;

The picture of
An empty bench,
Grief & loneliness
Entrenched.

Sea meet sky
In a burst of light;
She squints against
The shock of bright.

Broken by a
Patch of green.
Distant memory,
Hazy dream.
Or was it
Peace & solitude,
To which this was,
A mere prelude?

While time stood still
With silence filled.
She captured the moment,
this would be hers.

Unexplained,
for all the years.

6 Comments:

Blogger Progga said...

Where's this picture taken?

7/15/2005 7:08 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Beautiful words. The lines below linger,

"Surreal aura;
Sepia tones;"

7/17/2005 8:17 PM  
Blogger Itineranting said...

P - off the coast of England.
A, thank you; For me, the moment still lingers..

7/18/2005 9:36 PM  
Blogger Lorena said...

amazing!! i often wonder when i find someone like this, if they are lonely or at peace. sometimes it can be either one. the same goes for me when i find myself in the very same position as this photograph. thanks for bringing this to mine with this post :)

7/19/2005 3:57 AM  
Blogger Enigmatic India said...

Beautiful photographs...

Even more lovelier are the poems...

both suit each other...

I will login for more...

7/22/2005 7:51 PM  
Blogger Itineranting said...

Thanks M, look forward to seeing you again!

7/27/2005 3:17 AM  

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