“He asks me where my thoughts are…”
“He asks me where my thoughts are, but I can’t say.
I mean, I don’t really know.
What I do know is that the sky has turned grey,
and the roof may be leaking.”
©2015 Cara Long
This is a first-time collaboration with Cara. We met through Twitter and her words and my photographs seem to have taken a liking to each other. More collaborations are planned for the future but in the meantime, please check out the links below to her Twitter page as well as the link to her first published short story collection, Partly Gone, at Amazon.
Life Through Blue Eyes 
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what does one do
now that now
is received
come corner
decision whether
an incision paves
the street
or knots one
to standing still
yes, I linger
this scent
is familiar
something
about being
on fire
and part
of the rain…
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well done ladies…
the geometry
and simple lines
in the photo
beautifully pair
with the writing,…especially
the outside four syllables
of the poem’s lines one and three
these are of particular enjoyment
to me in that they are playful
in a way that says
we are congruous
and complimentary
to each other…
Thank you so much, Edward, for not only adding your own unique poetry but for your thoughts on our collaboration. Love to you.