Silhouettes

When I was a child, in my parent’s bedroom upon the wall, there were a series of pictures that hung in cascading order. Lovers, maybe newlyweds. There were no features, only bodies, trees and a gazebo in black and white. Even then I thought them beautiful- a mystery in shadow. I’ve come to learn that nearly every couple married in that generation had a set of these. I think it would be marvelous to make love in a room lightened only by the glow of a high moon telling the mysteries of these ubiquitous lovers. Anyway, here is my tribute to those beautiful two who played upon so many walls.

in a world
of neon
and sixty-four plus
crayolas

I
think of silhouettes.

the trees that line
the lakeshore
in silent coronach

the umbrella
hiding the grief
or lack thereof
at a ten o’clock funeral

a brother’s push
to a sister’s swing
as dusk
sweeps the playground
for stragglers
and dogs
that wandered too far.

the eagle
brown on blue
shadowing it’s prey
in I see you

two lovers
park-benched alone
kissing
to the backdrop
of a lakeside trail

crayola
can flatter with colour
and digital
delight in mega pixel
but the silhouette
remains
beyond the reach
of new and improved.
~rick