his eye - only one is open - looks through her and beyond her.
his ears - they are covered tightly - spurn her sweet, sad, treacherous tales.
disdain and distance, though, will never stop the stories, for they spiral, stubborn,
from the dimness, and they are still for him.
LOVE this post, Lynn!
ReplyDeletei like your gaze.
ReplyDeletei like your grey sky.
i like your phrase "looks through her and beyond her"
i wish i could read your delicate nuance in your text.
--- from Japan
lynn, i love this unusual photo! -- and your vivid interpretation.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, languid, imagery both mental and visual. A taste of the carnival's candy apples with a hint of the mystery beneath:
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The story teller must be a wondrous woman and her gift to him is both blessing and curse. She dives into his secret heart and relives for him his faded glory and self-abasing shame. With ears shut but eyes open the epics soak in through senses unprotected, one day to pierce his heart and to reveal to him what he really is: nothing more than he wishes to be. Unfathomable truth known only to the stomach and never to the heart.