Poetry takes me back to my teen years when after school I would disappear into my room and read Rod McKuen's poetic phrases and envision that I could write such melodic thoughts. As a young girl, he was a God send taking me to far away places through his simplistic phrases allowing me to escape to a world I could never know. Today, occasionally I write my own poetic phrases. The words serve to give life to my photographs that I have captured among the settings I escape to today in a world I know very well. ENJOY!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Pale Clouded Butterfly
Poetry takes me back to my teen years when after school I would disappear into my room and read Rod McKuen's poetic phrases and envision that I could write such melodic thoughts. As a young girl, he was a God send taking me to far away places through his simplistic phrases allowing me to escape to a world I could never know. Today, occasionally I write my own poetic phrases. The words serve to give life to my photographs that I have captured among the settings I escape to today in a world I know very well. ENJOY!
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Beautiful image and poem, Carol. Just lovely.
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