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Good Morning,
Margaret is away from her desk today. I'm happy to bring 'This Photo Wants to be a Poem' to you while she's out.
This Photo Wants to be a Poem is a quick write, poem drafting opportunity for anyone. Please take a few moments to reflect on the photo and see what comes to mind to jot down. No polishing, editing, or re-working required...just your first poetic thoughts.
I'm sharing my draft and I hope you will too. Please include your drafts in the comment section below.
Happy scribbling!
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| Original photo by Margaret Simon |
My response:
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Gorgeous photo and poem! Here's mine:
ReplyDeletedo the ripples
mar the surface
or multiply the beauty
Wonder-ful three lines, Mary Lee! Question to ponder and fun to say aloud
DeleteGreat question! I am for multiplication.
DeleteLovely pondering.
DeleteThis heron is definitely a multiplier of beauty.
DeleteIn the style of Neruda! Nice
DeleteMary Lee, your poem is so concise and the question gives readers time to contemplate a response.
DeleteThis is lovely, Linda. I appreciate your nod to Berry and our senses. I took a similar approach, but where you saw morning, I see the other side of the day.
ReplyDeleteWade into sunset.
Water cools your feet and ankles,
Quiet ripples show your tracks.
Orange sun glows and lowers,
Mirrored in the water.
The air cools,
Creatures sing vespers.
Wade into the night.
Jane Heitman Healy, draft
Love the invitation and all the specificity. (I saw sunset, too, but sunrise worked better for ending with a teeny bit of hope for my poem.)
DeleteVespers is such a beautiful service in the Anglican tradition. I love how you included it in this spiritual, peaceful poem.
DeleteI love all the long "o" sounds - Orange sun glows and lowers
DeleteThank you all
Deletevespers is soooooo pretty!
DeleteI agree with Linda M. Vespers inevening-lovely!
DeleteAt the Ninth Hole Pond
ReplyDeleteThe bones of her ancestors recall:
cattails, lilypads, bitterns, toad trills, muck.
The fish still swim. The sun still rises.
Heron strikes.
--Buffy Silverman
(I guess my eyes focused on the manicured lawn and buildings, which reminded me of the condo where my parents spent the retirement years. Sorry not to focus on the beauty! Love your meditation, Linda.)
Buffy, you got it right! I took this photo outside the hotel I was staying in while visiting my mother last weekend. It is very manicured, but offered me much needed solace.
Delete"bones of her ancestors" - nice!
DeleteBuffy, love "bones of her ancestors" and the sense of continuity here
DeleteI still am rooting for nature to win it all back--don't tell the golfers.
DeleteYour poem is a gift to my aching heart. Thanks for taking over today. My eyes are slowing adjusting to the change, and will do it all over again next week. I hope to get a photo post ready before surgery on Tuesday, but I know I can call on you anytime. You're the best!
ReplyDeleteBe well, Margaret.
DeleteXO
DeleteMargaret, did you have cataract surgery? I hope you will feel better soon!
DeleteI like how your poem speaks directly to the reader, Linda. Here's my offering:
ReplyDeletesun's glistening glow
lights the lake
for heron's evening stroll
Oh, how lovely, Rose, with such fine alliteration!
Delete"lights the lake" what a lovely phrase.
DeleteAlliteration, rhyme, ah! your poetry glows, Rose.
DeleteWell, this is fun...coming home to all these friendly and supportive comments from poetry friends to poetry friends!
ReplyDeleteLinda, your photo is dynamic. It puts me in a poetic mood. Perhaps, I will find words to turn your seren image into a poem. I see that your thoughts fit the picture and turned into a prayer poem for me as I travel to Central NY.
ReplyDeleteOops! The photo is Margaret's. I just realized that! Linda, your poem did touch me so I keep thinking about that photo.
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