Still Frame

A poem caught in an eternal still frame

Infinite interpretations yet only one meaning

With every view and walk, a new detail in the landscape

Your eyes incapable of processing the detail

With each gaze, a new layer reveals itself

A new voice whispers from the hazy background

Each time the silhouette appears, she is gone in an instant

An aberration pulling me in, further and further

Until I am part of the landscape and can see with crystal clarity

She stands there – as natural as her surroundings and pulls me in

No eyes or gaze will ever find me again; I am with her.


  • Goldfinch60

    The mystery of words and life seen in your very good poem.

  • TrystanBehm

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