Wednesday, May 24, 2023

This Photo Wants to be a Poem





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!


Original photo by Margaret Simon

My response:










30 comments:

  1. Gorgeous photo and poem! Here's mine:

    do the ripples
    mar the surface
    or multiply the beauty

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    1. Wonder-ful three lines, Mary Lee! Question to ponder and fun to say aloud

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    2. Great question! I am for multiplication.

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    3. Lovely pondering.

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    4. This heron is definitely a multiplier of beauty.

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    5. Mary Lee, your poem is so concise and the question gives readers time to contemplate a response.

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  2. This 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.
    Wade 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

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    1. 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.)

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    2. Vespers is such a beautiful service in the Anglican tradition. I love how you included it in this spiritual, peaceful poem.

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    3. I love all the long "o" sounds - Orange sun glows and lowers

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    4. I agree with Linda M. Vespers inevening-lovely!

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  3. At the Ninth Hole Pond

    The 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.)

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    1. 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.

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    2. "bones of her ancestors" - nice!

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    3. Buffy, love "bones of her ancestors" and the sense of continuity here

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    4. I still am rooting for nature to win it all back--don't tell the golfers.

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  4. Your 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!

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  5. I like how your poem speaks directly to the reader, Linda. Here's my offering:
    sun's glistening glow
    lights the lake
    for heron's evening stroll

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    1. Oh, how lovely, Rose, with such fine alliteration!

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    2. "lights the lake" what a lovely phrase.

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    3. Alliteration, rhyme, ah! your poetry glows, Rose.

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  6. Well, this is fun...coming home to all these friendly and supportive comments from poetry friends to poetry friends!

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  7. Linda, 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.

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  8. Oops! 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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Friendly, positive comments and feedback are always welcome here. Please let me know I'm not just whistling in the dark!