Saturday, August 24, 2013

The viewfinder.


She knew to stop breathing
remain still
look left to right, top to bottom,
position the viewfinder.
The finite
that hint of color to mark the space
the day
the sentimentality of the minute
clicked.
She liked him like this, unaware
and un-posed.
Still,
she hoped he would look up
and catch her looking at him. 
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8 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 24, 2013 at 11:16 AM

    smiles...i like it natural as well...but being noticed, def has its own perks all together....smiles

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  2. joehAugust 24, 2013 at 12:14 PM

    Very nice...I think he's peeking under the bill.

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  3. erinAugust 24, 2013 at 12:44 PM

    a moment between lovers:)))

    xo
    erin

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  4. HelenAugust 24, 2013 at 2:43 PM

    You and Ken have something quite rare, precious.

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  5. rjerdeeAugust 24, 2013 at 3:51 PM

    So sweet to know you are still deeply in love, Rosaria :)

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  6. UnknownAugust 24, 2013 at 7:27 PM

    Awwww.....that is so sweet! And did he look up?

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    1. Rosaria WilliamsAugust 27, 2013 at 8:23 PM

      No. He is so unsentimental, yet so surprisingly funny in the way he reacts to the world.

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  7. A Cuban In LondonAugust 29, 2013 at 2:09 PM

    What a sweet little poem. Perfect as a background for my evening excursion around blogland now that I'm back from Shropshire. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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