The Depths of Black and White
What the eye can see
or heart can feel,
we fondle nerves of the mind
to perceive. In a black and white
photo hanging bare, unframed,
received by my reflection
falling
from a beige-colored page.
Melding with shapes of sky
and curves of cool serenity,
a rainy day frozen in love
as clouds congregate above
and from umderneath street lights
in still drops of rain -
photographed and shared.
I feel haunted by this vision,
an artist’s gray eyes seep into my soul.
We, two, connect, our storm
fueled layers -
all black, white; the shadows between.
I make a wish here,
found in this moment,
pervious in timeless perception.
In absence of color, I see more
than storms in ominous skies,
I see hope in bold and fading
light, temptation-
heavens and earth
in beautiful discord.
What the eye can see
or the heart can feel,
beauty animates each part of the whole,
in every transparent drop of rain
every dark and light cloud
encircling our touch.
3/7/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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