I am the bird you didn’t hear call
The plastic bag lost in the wind
The feather you didn’t see fall.
I’m the first ray of light at dawn
The stain containing a memory
The fabric caught, ripped and not mourned.
I am the wrinkle you work to hide
The chill making hairs stand up tall
The silent tears crashing like waves.
I am the little things ignored
The faceless observer of life
All these little things, I am here.
Above you can find 7 new photographic images created yesterday by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces. Continuing our theme of close-up, macro and making the little things important, interesting and engaging.
Poetry by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.
Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.