Saturday, November 16, 2013

From My Father's Window


                                                         ... from my father's window

                                    ... a bird feeder in the snow
                                                           
                                                                        ... a grey squirrel stealing seeds
                                                         
                                            ... and all the time that's left




Photograph by Alexei Mikhailov
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6 comments:

  1. Seth MullinsNovember 16, 2013 at 8:36 AM

    Extremely haunting - much like your previous father poem. And the photo, to me, really embodies that frozen feeling that one can be left with.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineNovember 16, 2013 at 9:13 AM

      Yes, when I saw that image pop out of "nowhere," I knew it was the one ... you see what I see and I'm deeply grateful.

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  2. BillNovember 16, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    Another beautiful poem.
    I agree with Seth that there is a haunting sense to the poem (particularly the image of time). Nevertheless I'm smiling, because I can imagine the squirrel dangling on the bird-feeder trying to get the seeds.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineNovember 16, 2013 at 4:23 PM

      Those squirrels are a tenacious bunch and seem a tad greedy at times... :)

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  3. StevenNovember 22, 2013 at 2:16 PM

    I see light at the end of that path. Beautiful poem, beautiful photo.

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