Photo A.M. Moscoso
When I go out and take pictures of art, the kind of art that people leave on the sides of walls and in bus stop shelters and sometimes on the sidewalk I don’t know what I’m hoping to see.
I guess I’m looking for a story.
I guess I’m looking for answers, for inspiration, maybe even a little mystery.
In the message left behind by the artists I guess I’m looking for my own way to be heard.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Daily Post Prompt: Magnet
Self Portrait A.M. Moscoso
“Her eyes are so dark ”
my Grandmother used to say.
” I wonder what goes on behind them when her back is turned, when she thinks lost in thought and I’m looking the other way ”
“Her thoughts are so dark ”
my Father used to say.
‘ I wonder where they come from, where they go when she thinks I’m lost
in thought and I’m looking the other way.”
Self Portrait A.M. Moscoso
My eyes are dark
and so are my thoughts
as you know
Grandma and Dad
they followed down into your graves
like so many others
when no one was looking, no one was thinking
and they were looking the other way.
Daily Prompt: Cringe
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