The mind’s eye works with a palette
Colour once introduced
Cannot be unseen
Presented in black and white
You are an optical illusion
We accept this art form with awareness
Life experience and emotion
Provide a vast array of hues and shades
It’s up to us to choose the paint
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We need only remember
There is beauty in all of it
Even if it is an illusion
[Note: I was so excited when I read this great poem this evening. It was written by Belinda on her blog “Busy Mind Thinking”. Belinda’s words just seemed to fit so perfectly with the photographs I took on Saturday at Masson Mills – a disused cotton mill – in Derbyshire. More about this absolutely fascinating place in a proposed future post. But for now, I really hope you enjoyed the words above as much as I did. Please make sure any comments on the poem are left on Belinda’s blog page –
more specifically here on the original post:
Thanks! And have a lovely evening.]
lexa 
I cannot believe the life you have given my poem with your photography. I am so moved I just don’t even know the appropriate way to convey my gratitude. My belief is often that “no words” are the perfect words. I should apply that now. May I have permission to re-blog this post? Thank you for what you have done. ❤
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My absolute pleasure. It is a fabulous poem. And as I read the words earlier this evening, I just couldn’t believe how fitting they were with the photos in my head that I knew I had taken at the weekend. They (your words, my pics!) belong together, and it would have been unjust to keep them apart 😃. I would be humbled if you reblogged! Thanks.
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I did not receive this message. It was only by coming back to look at the pics I had realized you’d responded. I am humbled and honored to re-blog. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Busy Mind Thinking and commented:
This is such an incredible gift, I had to re-blog it! I hope you’ll visit Lexa and enjoy a variety of amazing posts. This one combined Lexa’s photography with one of my poems. It’s very humbling and I am thankful.
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