She says she was beautiful once
I say she is beautiful now...
she shakes her head
the look in her eyes is that of someone lost in memories—
plucking them juicy berry-like off the vine of reminisce
savoring some bittersweet
preserving others
ktn © 2012
29 comments:
Nicely expressed Talon..I love the picture too..:))
Take care
You speak 'Barn' quite well Talon!
Old barns are among my favorite things. They have the most magnificent stories to tell and I see you know how to listen.
Hello my beautiful Talon, missed you so much and hope to see you sooner...I believe she's still beautiful now...lovely poem xoxo Happy Valentines sweetheart~
Wild Rose~
Love this ! Beautiful !
Oh the things that barn has seen. Lovely words and photo.
Talon~this is so lovely. The verse with it just as wonderful, itself, as the luscious photo.
WHAT a barn shot. (OMG)
:-)
lg!
i think she is lovely even now...and some things just get better the more textured they become...smiles.
Beautiful!
Hi Talon .. I'm having difficulty with this one .. recently saw "We need to talk about Kevin" film .. extremely powerful - but the connotations are somewhat different ..
Not sure Red Preserves will take me away from raspberry jams ..
Cheers and have a great V Day .. Hilary
Very nice and the photograph is quite still in a vibrant way.
Computer problems this morning? Sorry
I am just working on being calm about them...but this is the second month of attempting to figure it out and it is annoying!
I love the line, "plucking them juicy berry like off the vine of reminisce."
The use of the old barn picture was also a perfect complement to your words. Well done:~)
That barn has both inner and outer beauty. And, she is modest!
So...why DOES Red Preserve? Why are barns painted red?
From HowStuffWorks: Farmers would paint their barns with a linseed-oil mixture, often consisting of additions such as milk and lime. The combination produced a long-lasting paint that dried and hardened quickly. Red came from the rust that was added to the paint. It was plentiful on farms and is a poison to many fungi, including mold and moss.
That is why "red preserves." Thanks for the prompt. Makes me wonder if rusty linseed oil would keep away germs and even old age in people.
Loved your poetry and photos.
a fun write.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Wonderful. I love the old barns that have such charm.
Wow, I DO really like that Barn n the pic is wonderful with the snow accent! Your poem is a great read, n thought provoking from the title all the way thru-
LOVE that barn! Wouldn't my Jim like to make a miniature of that.
Wonderful poem too. I agree she is always beautiful, whoever she is, because we all are.
oxox
This expresses so much and the words and the picture are so well matched. I love buildings, barns or otherwise, that represent our past.
life's wine
fruit of this early branch
mellow cask
Above: As I feel this, K., Grand, photos
and verse. _m
What a beautiful barn.
The past is often more beautiful than the present, in hindsight, because it's so much more blurry. ;_) but I think age can bring out what youth only promises. And that's a gorgeous barn.
Thank you, Sam!
Thanks, G :)
Annie thank you. I love old barn, too. They just speak volumes, don't they?
Wild Rose! How lovely to see you! I hope your Valentine's Day was a beautiful one!
Thank you, ayala!
Lynn, that's what I was thinking when I took the photo. Thank you.
lg, thank you. It's one of those old barns that probably wouldn't be that visible in the summer when the trees are leafed out. I love the remnants of the red.
I agree, Brian, about some things getting better with age.
Joy, thank you.
Hilary, thank you. I don't know that film or what it's about. My wise mom used to say, "to each his own" and it's so true that everyone sees things uniquely. Hope you have a lovely weekend.
Patricia, I'm sorry you're having computer problems. I hope they resolved quickly and easily without causing too much stress.
Sara, thank you. The poem itself wasn't about the barn, but I thought it was a good shot to go with it. So glad you liked it and got it. :) I've been trying to comment on your blog and it's giving me problems. I hope to go there after I finish here and it will let me in.
Thank you, Sandy! It would be awesome to get some shots inside an old barn like that...
Leenie, thank you. I'm so glad you liked the poem and the photo. That's so neat about the red barns. And how clever to include the rust as a preservative. Hey, that rusty linseed oil would be a neat thing, wouldn't it? As long as we didn't end up all red-faced - lol!
Summer Rain, thank you.
Teresa, thank you. I can never pass them by without stopping to take a shot :)
Thank you, Snaggle. We had about 4" of snow over the weekend and I thought I'd better try to get a few pics as it's just not sticking around here this year. I'm so glad you liked the poem and photo!
Jannie, thank you. I agree - beauty is so much more than the physical shell. xx
Linda, thank you. I'm like you - I love old buildings. They are truly full of character.
D, you always put it so beautifully. Thank you.
Joey, I was wishing I could shoot it from a different angle, but I couldn't. I loved the deep red patches. They just glowed.
hedgewitch, so true. Memories definitely soften. And I agree about age bringing out what youth promises. That's beautifully stated. Thank you.
I would love to turn that barn into 'a room of her own".
Yup, I too think she's beautiful now!
C x
Tho blood splashed on face of gray
Life seems long gone
Yet home to great and small
On cold wet winter days
Your words still flow
like silk upon a gentle breeze
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