Picture copyright Fee Easton.
Feathered summer bright
In taloned march sing madness
Death—one season’s end.
A piece for this week’s edition of One Shoot Sunday. There’s no interview by me (had a couple weeks off, you know?), but several lovely prompt choices to select from a generous old friend of One Stop: Fee Easton. You may remember my earlier interview with her back in March. A wonderful woman with some very vivid photography. This was my response to her “option 3” photo.
Picture by and copywrite Rosa Frei.
Sucking at the grains,
the eyes, weather-beaten portals
portray, in absolution,
the sifting sands in hourglass
like B-52 roar, the revelation
of dry ocean repetition,
the ships always setting sail never
finding anything but mirage—
blistered empty wounds
singing long after they have sung,
these eyes, these hands left
to cover blood and beauty.
* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with this moving bit of portraiture care of Rosa Frei. Check out my interview with her, and join in the poetry fun!
Photo by Lauren Randolph.
Gravity
Saw me once beyond
The color and the clouds—
In hydrogen dreams it called
Imagination but a fluke.
Dancing on the sea-sky
I left it all
Below.
* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with a colorful shot from award-winning photographer Lauren Randolph. Check out my interview with her, and join in the poetry fun!
Image by the incredibly talented Jacob Lucas.
Rotted regality recompense
Take wing and take heed beneath the sunlit—
Spotlights? Well they never did
Reveal nothing anyhow
Save empty chairs and broken sets
Where bands play in flat,
The fat ghosts singing cabaret
Behind dilapidated careers,
Writ grandiose in neon letters
Somewhere between dignity and destiny.
* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that breathtaking frame shot provided by one Jacob Lucas. Breathtaking photographer – be sure to have a look at my interview with him when you get a chance. You won’t come away disappointed… and while you’re there, check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
Photo by: Sean McCormick.
We laid the foundation of our hearts
And spread beneath an open sky
Where neither walls nor whims
Knew limitation to licentious surrealism;
The clouds, like little rabbits framed
Running through the soul,
Stood as libation
In silent spring.
Weeds rack the roots,
No resurgence in the recalcitrant puberty,
Midst rustled horses and wrangled roses,
What saw us raise our heads to dream;
The foundation remains, regal rock
Walking beneath the sunlight
Where crumbled walls cracked
To visions of yester-year.
* My submission to part two of a special edition the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that breathtaking frame shot provided by one Sean McCormick, a Canadian Photographer that is the focus of my latest interviews for One Stop. Great guy, with some truly stunning nature photography…it absolutely breathes with life, history, and all the shadows of memories gone before. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
Photo by Sean McCormick.
It is a rush—world—
Nothing holds not still above the
Colored creations of memory.
Years in the making the foundations
Sound and solid arise yet
Time bleeds into the framework,
The tumble of tumultuous tints tingeing like
Rainbows bursts of blown out washers –
We don’t forget, but the lines they
Blush against the battery of luminescent life –
We color detail till it all seems dreams,
And the world it circles and it sighs
And we’re rolling in the dyes of little lies
Watching change day by day.
Just beware of
Over-saturation.
* My submission to the latest One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that lovely barn/grainery shot provided by one Sean McCormick, a Canadian Photographer that is the focus of my latest interview for One Stop. Great guy, with some truly stunning nature photography…it absolutely breathes with life, history, and all the shadows of memories gone before. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
Photo © Mike Roemer.
Smoke curls on skin,
The taste of ash in flickering den –
—Like candy, almost they –
Swill it down in cabernet, the swirl
Around me howls revelation
And they think that I’m salvation –
—Little yellow dress and a
—Come hither stare gripped –
But hunny, look again –
Everybody gets a taste, but the wine
It’s just for sipping –
—I can smile at the sensation
—But it’s just a Vegas show;
—No dipping, you dip.
My submission to the latest One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that spicy little pic provided by one Mike Roemer, a Wisconsin Photographer I interviewed for One Stop. Great guy, with some really crisp commercial photography…very high quality stuff. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
And also, a writer’s note. WordPress was being uncooperative today. All lines with the “—” in them are meant to be indented. So when you’re visualizing the structure of the piece – bear that in mind.
Image care of and copyright by Katherine Forbes.
Careful touch.
The shade takes more than hands,
its kiss—milky, fleeting
takes me to you and I am all around you,
liquid heart-spill across the peeling
paint, swirls through our darkness
and I am wondering—
is this right?
Too fleeting is the pool,
this monument of love, swirling—
it is engrained deepest in foundations,
breaks brittle at the bleating
passage of the owls,
when the sun doffs and says goodnight;
Then you and I,
and no shadows,
no sky.
We are Sunset Lovers,
we sing no sweeter
than the end.
* This piece was inspired by the above photograph – this week’s photo prompt over at One Stop Poetry for another wonderful One Shoot Sunday. The photographer is the talented Katherine Forbes, a portraiture photographer with some lovely shots, especially with children. Some great insights into the art, as well, so if you’re interested in the woman, or in taking up the photo challenge, check out my interview with her today.
Photography: courtesy of Creative Commons and Leslie Moon
Clouds veil summer light
The sound of rain distant rise
Shadowed flames leaking.
*For One Stop Poetry’s first ever One Stop Poetry Form…today’s subject: Haiku.
Photo by Danielle Kelly, "Coney Island Mermaid Parade"
Veiled visions copulate
Between realities of bodies
Grinding against the backdrop
Eternity laid bare before the gown,
East meet West under the shade
Of world watching, still unseen
Mulling mass forget: I am.
* A response to the photo prompt from One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry and the talented Danielle Kelly, a New York photographer I recently interviewed. For the interview, the prompt and a whole mess of lovely photography and poetic replies, give One Stop a look!
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