Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Rose petals have fallen neat upon her freshly-drifted snow, painting her lips in perfection.

The mounds of her cheeks, rosy with warmth and comfort— flushed with love given so thoughtfully, so freely.

The gaze of a universe ringed in amber and honey, piercing space and time, soul and the shields of discretion.

Eyes that see hearts and minds— and melt them all the same.

Bordered by a storm of silver and thick gold slicks— evidence of a life charged with experience, wisdom, and elegance.

A frame lit like a poem scribbled on a pane of morning frost— an artist racing to capture it lest the moment slip away.

The cold can be damned.

For this is the fitting presentation of the masterpiece of her.

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What I meant to say to you all those years ago.

I met them in the margin of a used book,  next to difficult paragraphs  and subtle thoughts.

A penciled question mark  told me all I wanted to know ?  about their mind.

If I gave this book to a friend, I would have to tell them, “The marks are not mine.

“They are the marks of a mind, grappling, stretching, struggling. In a word: reading.

“Though I will say I admire them for persevering with a book, with which they seem to disagree.

“When was the last time you read a book, whose message grated on you, ! and made you want to shut it?

“In this day in age, we put such stock in the cover in our hands and what it says about us.

“Maybe that is why, they put in those marks instead of giving up.

“In that case, I can't fault them. We do what we must to keep reading, when we know it is good for us.”

I suppose those marks in the margin, on the whole, though distracting, made me read deeper into a book

Which I was wont to accept without protest or criticism. Thank you, friend, ☺

For making my mind sharper. If we ever meet,  I hope to return the favor.

#poetry

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I hope you enjoyed this “sequel” to my original short poem In the Margin. I have been reading a book of Robert Frost poems, and have come to really enjoy his deceptively simple dialogue. This was my attempt to adapt the technique, and I hope you liked it.

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