Three Friends and a Camera

Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer

Count your blessings<br />
—in rows—<br />
<br />
I see<br />
<br />
charcoal dust<br />
fade<br />
<br />
into ivory snow;<br />
telling of your tale,<br />
<br />
all you’ve seen.<br />
<br />
A watchful eye, circumspect,<br />
surveys ground for anything and<br />
everything remotely suspect,<br />
while juxtaposition begs<br />
<br />
for <br />
alternative perspective:<br />
<br />
A soulful core sings along<br />
to the percussion-beat<br />
of a <br />
humble heart,<br />
<br />
in love with melody<br />
in love with Love,<br />
and <br />
<br />
the frenzy of the many <br />
street-life-sounds.

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Count your blessings
—in rows—

I see

charcoal dust
fade

into ivory snow;
telling of your tale,

all you’ve seen.

A watchful eye, circumspect,
surveys ground for anything and
everything remotely suspect,
while juxtaposition begs

for
alternative perspective:

A soulful core sings along
to the percussion-beat
of a
humble heart,

in love with melody
in love with Love,
and

the frenzy of the many
street-life-sounds.

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$Mehr,<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> When the fresh yolk rises<br /> In the east,<br /> <br /> \<br /> This is where I know you’ll be.<br /> <br /> <br /> When the winged messengers <br /> begin to stir<br /> in the morning blur,<br /> <br /> \<br /> This is where I know you’ll be. <br /> <br /> <br /> When the rays rise/<br /> to christen treetops,<br /> and the steeple <br /> has radiantly appeared,<br /> <br /> Still,<br /> I know;<br /> <br /> This is where you’ll be;<br /> <br /> <br /> Counting sets of 8,<br /> beholding the twinkle of tonight’s <br /> sky-dust.<br /> <br /> Tomorrow, Mehr.<br /> <br /> Tomorrow <br /> <br /> is yet<br /> <br /> A fresh dawn to sweetly greet.$

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