Monthly Archives: January 2014

A Singular Reflection

Photograph, Poetry

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My love,
Though you may close your eyes
And will me to disappear;
Though you may shut your ears
And will me to be silent;
Though you may turn away
And wish I did not exist;
You must know that we are reflections of one another.
I know this to be true because
You prove it with your words
You prove it with your actions
You prove it in all the ways you are you.
If you don’t believe me look at your reflection
Then you will see the truth
For we have been cast from the same pane of glass;
It is impossible for you to break our connection
For we have known each other far too long
For we have known each other far too intimately, and now
we are reflections of one another.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

January 31, 2014

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Old Hat

Photograph, Poetry

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Time to hang up your old ways
Pack up any notions of a golden past;
I’ll not deny your fondest memories
If you’ll admit the ones you’ve long regret.

Time that you embrace the truth
Accept change for all its certainty
No sense in arguing that, besides
What great adventure sets forth into the known?

Time to step out of the shadows
Allow the wind to blow full on your face
Let me remind you life’s ever so fleeting
So why not run at it with full embrace?

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

January 29, 2014

Two Points

Photograph, Poetry

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Contrary to what is taught in school
Two points do not necessarily make a straight line
But their connection does create a destination
The route, indeed, may be straight
Or it may be curved
Or zig zagged
Or it may turn left then right
Or double back upon itself in the direction from which it first came
It may take a night and maybe a day
Or possibly a week
Or maybe longer
A life time maybe
But eventually it will reach the end
And that is the point.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

January 25, 2014

 

Not to Worry

Photograph, Poetry

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Not to worry she says
her problems are few,
She’s confident her doctor knows what to do
so minor her issue
much worse it could be
The diagnosis after all is not the type with a capital C;

Not to worry she says
her problems are few,
Regarding the divorce she knows what she must do
it’s a common experience
so many each day
She is certain there’ll be no problem in finding her way;

Not to worry she says
her problems are few,
At the funeral she whispers it’s something she’ll get through
such things happen
yes, of course, it’s so sad
But compared to others her problems aren’t so bad;

Not to worry she says
her problems are few,
She’s fine, thanks for asking,
there’s not much anyone can do
It’s what life dishes out and she can’t really complain
‘Cause she knows that others are feeling more pain.

Not to worry she says
her problems are few,
Though she is a bit tired
and may have a touch of the flu
Of course, sleep doesn’t come easy and her neck aches a tad
But I am told not to worry, her problems aren’t all that bad.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

January 23, 2014