Missing 15
Henry
Five foot two, eyes of
brown, last seen wearing dark green.
Black hat, also gone.
Falling farther off
course, a bottomless journey
that threatens to stay.
Questions posed as clues.
Perhaps a tender heart worn
yearning at the edge.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve done one of these portraits. I’m still getting Silver Alerts in my inbox on a regular basis though.
The poem uses words from the Alert for Henry, as well as the Secret Keeper’s words this week
CLUE – COURSE – TENDER – THREAT – POSE
You can see the entire Missing series here.
Oh my–tugs at the heartstrings for sure.
He resembles a very dear friend’s father (who died this past year)–so extra tugs.
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They always tug at me…I did do some research and most of these lost elders are found within 24 hours, thank goodness.
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awh….. lovely K
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Thanks Jodi.
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His eyes are so expressive.
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They are, glad I was able to capture it.
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Great that you’re celebrating these older people in such a meaningful way. I heard a piece on the radio this morning about a new ballet/theatre piece celebrating the over 60s: ‘I’m not over the hill, I’m on top of it looking back over all that I’ve learned and forward to the future’ said one of the speakers in the ballet.
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My neighbor (in her 50s) invited me to a dance performance she was in that included all ages, experience levels, and body types. It was beautiful and moving–really you couldn’t tell who the “professionals” were at all. We do too much typecasting and limiting everywhere I think.
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Absolutely!
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A wonderful portrait!
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Thanks Lynn!
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There’s nothing like a good face
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no there isn’t.
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