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. 

8 comments:

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

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

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  3. a moment between lovers:)))

    xo
    erin

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  4. You and Ken have something quite rare, precious.

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

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

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

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  7. 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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