Photo Title: Untitled Instance of Light © Elinor Scott-SutterA Garden of the Ordinary
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The photographer lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and specializes
in polaroid photography.
Photo used with permission from Elinor Scott-Sutter.
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She watched him in the darkness.
In that instant of time she felt the iciness surrounding her frozen heart thaw, and in the still of the night her hand crept out from beneath the sheets, almost of its own violition, towards his sleeping face.
Forgiveness was now possible.
Before Children
Nothing is as heavenly as
a soft pillow
fresh crisp sheets
sleeping deeply
dreaming gaily
and
waking softly
to
a warm sun
and
songbirds singing a lovers' duet
To sleep: perchance to dream.
After Children
Nothing is as hellish as
wailing children
runny noses
a tear-soaked pillow
a snoring partner
cold feet
and
having to pee
at
all hours of the night
just when you have a moment to
lie down
close your eyes
and
imagine a moment's rest
Perchance to dream of sleep.
and if she slept......she would forget.........
Reach
how can I across
the white the light
that falls against you
and me and separates
all we have ever been
It is super obvious to me that no wool can be pulled over your eyes.
Yes, they are little love letters so that when I am dead and gone, they will remember me and what I thought of them.
xooxox
Love Renee
I don't see what your other reader's see. Her finger reminds me of my middle finger.
As she sleeps she is reminded of how her middle finger wants to lock in place if she bends it, so she tries to keep it straight and slightly apart from the others. Tomorrow when she gets the xray on her finger she will know she has what they call "Trigger Finger."
Have a great Friday.
Kisses and hugs. I was talking about you to one of my daughters (Angelique) tonight.
I was saying that there are a few people I feel very close to.
xoxoox
Renee
(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)
SINESTRA
kiss the maiden
statue that you love
because you
carved her arms,
draped them in white,
polished her elbows with
the hand you were born
to work with
and she will awaken
one probing
bone at a time,
finger by finger,
left-handed,
impure.
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