Like colored Easter eggs placed in their nest
These houses built about the hills
Are perfect paintings of an inner best
We cannot see except for these bright frills.
We trust that thrills felt deeper do exist
And there’s no reason not to think they do.
Beneath the painted lips are hearts. When kissed
They warm projecting peace through winters, too.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #7 hosted by Bekkie Sanchez featuring a photograph by Gary Lo.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
That was stunning, Frank! A wonderful poem to go along with such a nice photograph. I like that you tied it to Easter and the people who live inside such nice homes. “Beneath the painted lips are hearts” awesome words. Hugs!
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Thank you, Bekkie! And thanks for presenting the prompt. It is the first I have heard of Gary Lo. Apparently he is quite popular with over 15,000 followers on Google+. I am now one of them.
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I have over 12K on Google myself. Lot’s of nice people I enjoy sharing with. Like you!
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I especially enjoy your mandalas, Bekkie. They are rather hypnotizing.
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That’s great. Totally love the internal rhyme and the sentiment!
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Thank you! I am glad you liked it.
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Really excellent wordsmithing here, frank. Inner best, hearts when kissed… Just a perfect thing to read, with the yard still in snow.
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Thank you! The snow has mostly gone from where I am in Chicago. Spring can try to come again.
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Great shot!!
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It is a very good shot. Gary Lo took it. I like how the colors fill the photograph.
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Gorgeous writing, Frank. “We trust that thrills felt deeper do exist”. This is filled with hope,
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I am glad you liked it. Thanks!
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