illusion, the pictures unreeling
strange lights, a passing car,
the night black yet glowing,
movement halted on the screen,
a passive encounter through a lens
whose eyeball is it?
who changes the focus?
who lurches down avenues
time-lapsed and jerky?
like a front porch
without contact,
like a sniper
in a den,
like some god-like
creature, watchful
and vain,
too distant for love,
yet too close to be strangers.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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yet too close to be strangers"!!
Love Tinka
"...too distant for love,
yet too close to be strangers." Ad yet, they cyber world brings us closer than we might choose to be...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
God Bless
Michelle~