One Poem by Mary Kipps

You, in Photographs

Just as you used to encourage,
I have taken up photography.
These walls are now covered
with my efforts.
And you are there, in every one,
like in a stereogram,
only not so obvious.
Can you find yourself?
Do you see that blue starfish
beside my naked toes?
And the overhang of snowpack
on that mountain crown?
There are your eyes,
shadowed in the knothole
high up in that sycamore tree.
And this close-up
of the Happy Alien orchid?
You always could make me smile.
And here you are
as you were in the end,
the fleeting remnant
of a stellar explosion
I waited an eternity to catch –
a dwarf gone Nova
in the blink of an eye,
such that I almost, very nearly,
didn’t see you.


MARY KIPPS enjoys composing in traditional forms as well as in free verse. A former Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have appeared in journals and anthologies across the US and abroad since 2005. She is also the author of three Kindle short-read eBooks of paranormal satire.

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