[collaboration - a poet and a photographer 1]

at the end of the day, i want to tell stories. my good friend - an amazing poet - one night saw a photograph of mine and really felt a connection to the figure looming between the frame. he ultimately wrote this poem about it...

Linger, linger on my love

Clad in armor of white.

Linger a moment longer love,

Stay with me through my fight.


Dearest, you never think that it will have an end,

But Eros makes his prey blind to times flights,

And here we are, your tomb, my closest friend.


Would that you were in my bed every night,

And every morn be first to wed my sight?

But eyes gaze and arms reach to spite, my dread.


Ahead of me a flock of doves alight.

The grey clouds abate. Blue skies take their stead.


I know you'd want me to show strength ahead.

If you were here you'd want to see my smile.

Maybe someday my smile will daily spread.

I'll try, I vow, for you, I'll try, meanwhile.


My eyes close. I lift my head. I linger.

A warm breeze. A faint smile. We linger.


Linger one moment longer, love,

Draped in your gown of white.

Now linger on no more, my love,

I've made it to the light.


you can read more from TH Ponders here