There’s magic that we will not see
That monkeys with us all the while.
We think we’ve got it figured out.
Who knows what it is all about?
Fortunately, we still smile.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of what is unseen.

Photos: “Ivy”, above, and “Beetles on a Rose Blossom”, below.

Beetles on a Rose Blossom

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

73 thoughts on “Unseen”

  1. Masterful. Concise. Beautiful. The world presses down on us, we try to use our big brains to push back, but none of our cleverness counts as much as being able to smile and lift each other. But then, you said all that already, and so much better. I love your stuff Frank.

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  2. OnE ThinG i Notice ABout
    MoNKeY Humans is they
    Rarely RaisE THeiR
    uNless they
    Are A Child to
    Hug Mom
    oR aT
    ChurcH iN A
    JoY oF SPiRiTuaLiTY
    WHiLE OTHeR Monkeys
    Climb Trees All tHeiR
    LiFE ALpha
    THeY GRoW to Be
    But perHaps We Notice
    This ‘tween Domesticated
    And Feral Cats and Forget
    About it For us aS tHat’S HoW iT goes
    For HumanS wHo NEVeR DancESPiRaLMiLKYWaYSNoW..;)

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