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pictures of…

one image ~

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one  moment

less  than  a  heartbeat

purporting  to  be  “her”

nothing  more

than  a  sliver  of  the  reality

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and  a second ~

∙ Ꮼ ∙

ʚ Ꮼ ɞ

i  don’t need a frame
for a photograph of  you

in my mind’s eye
i  see you smiling
any time i  so desire

memories
flow at will
pictures of  you
time can never erase

you have imprinted yourself
deep within my heart

always and forevermore

∙ʚ ∙ Ꮼ ∙ɞ ∙

ʚ ∙ Ꮼ ∙ɞ

∙∙ Ꮼ ∙∙


“Photograph”    Ed Sheeran

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image ~  Zorki 4  { camera }   Brian Eager
{ creative commons license }

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this is my submission to ~

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Fireblossom Friday:  Picture This    at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:  Your title must be  “Pictures of”  (plus whatever you add.)

{ i  had two poems come to me ~ thanks for the inspiration,  SP }


thank you,  Fireblossom!

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Poetry Pantry #257    at    Poets United
submit a poem,  old or new

thank you,  Mary!

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· •Ꮿ• Ꮾ · sea of air · Ꮽ •Ꮿ• ·

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struggling

in this sea of  air

hoping desperately

not to drown

learning to swim against the tide

yearning to float to the top

or at the least

avoid sinking to the depths

sometimes

only managing

to gasp for one more breath

in this sea of  air

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inspired  in  part  by ~


“Sea of  Air”    Portugal.  The Man

artwork ~   “Masculine Wave”    Katsushika Hokusai
{  public domain }

Katsushika Hokusai was a brilliant artist, ukiyo-e painter and print maker, best known for his wood block print series Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji, which contain the prints The Great Wave and Fuji in Clear Weather. These prints are famous both in Japan and overseas, and have left a lasting image in the worldwide art world. Hokusai’s artistic influence has stretched to have affected the Art Nouveau style in Europe, including Claude Monet, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, and Hermann Obrist, all of whom have themes similar to Hokusai’s.

Hokusai began painting at the age of six, and by 18 he had been accepted into the Katsukawa Shunsho school, which honed his skills as a ukiyo-e artist, in which he specialized in wood-block prints and painting. After Shunsho’s death, Hokusai was expelled from the school by a rival, a humiliating experience which he later credited to his created development and artistic growth. This expulsion helped him break from the traditional ukiyo-e style of painting portraits of courtesans and actors, and begin painting landscapes and images of daily life. This change of subject was a breakthrough in both the ukiyo-e style as well as his career. He eventually broke from all other schools of painting and began teaching other students, over fifty in his lifetime.

Hokusai was a master of self-promotion. In 1804 he created a 600 foot painting of a Buddhist priest with a bucket of paint and a broom as a paint brush. There is also a story of how he won a painting competition in the court of the Shogun with a blue curve, a chicken with feet dipped in red paint, and in inventive and artistic explanation. At the age of 88, on his deathbed, it is said that he exclaimed that he needed only five more years of life, in order to become a real painter.

this is my submission to ~

Poetry Pantry #252    at    Poets United
this should have been  for Sumana Roy’s  prompt last Wednesday  Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Waves  and i  think that was at the back of  my mind,  especially in selecting the artwork.  unfortunately,  muse did not  pay a visit until Saturday night  but i  would like to thank Sumana  for the inspiration.

and thank you,  Mary!

Weekend Mini Challenge–Connect the Chimes    at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:  “…for whom the bell tolls”  from  ‘No Man Is An Island’ by John Donne
there were options given,  and i went with the original idea of  using repetition of  a phrase,  though i  think there is a connection to all human beings in our struggles to get through life.


thank you, Karin!

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∞ҩ§ҩ∞ siempre quiero más ~ i always want more

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siempre quiero más ~
i  always want more

one glance cannot tell you
all that my heart has to say

one kiss does not come close
to satisfying my hunger

one dance is not enough time
to spend in your embrace

even if  we have an eternity
i will never get enough of  you

siempre quiero más ~
i  always want more

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this song inspired the poem ~


“Pa’ Bailar ~ Siempre Quiero Más”   Bajofondo ft.  Julieta Venegas
( I Always Want More )  lyrics onscreen in Spanish and English

artwork ~   Blek le Rat – “Last Tango in Paris”
{ creative commons license }

this is my submission to ~

Poetry Pantry #251    at    Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary

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30 poems in 30 minutes {not really} #NaPoWriMo + #giveaway

 

i was unable to post a poem a day for NaPoWriMo  (National Poetry Writing Month)  so i decided to challenge myself to write 30 poems this morning to post on the final day of  National Poetry Month.  some are using prompts provided throughout the month at  napowrimo.net  which will be shown in  { } after the poem.  ( i know that’s not how it works,  but better late than never… )   i hope they’re not all terrible!  {smile}  i realize this is a long post ~ i’d be pleased if  you just read the first poem.

the chaos of  the stars

echoes in my blood

a siren’s song

leading to destruction

but,  oh,  what a  glorious sight it will be

{ write a poem about the stars }

fear feeds on itself
never
to go hungry

un…invited
but so ex…cited
at the meal  i will provide

Fear shadows me
knowing
it will eat before long

always trying to move forward
to tomorrow and beyond
grateful for the bridges
built by those who came before

{ write a poem about bridges }

birds  singing

welcoming  the  sun

happy  to  see  his  return

out of  my mind

out of  control

out of  chances

out of  time

before  you

my  world

was  a  sad  and  lonely  place

filled  with  nothing  but  grey

And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

excerpt from ‘Love’s  Philosophy’
Percy Bysshe Shelley

and the sunlight clasps the earth
like a mother holds her babe to her breast
giving warmth and comfort
bringing  joy to them both

i  lost my faith
before my virginity
or did i ever have it?
i  don’t remember
impossible to get back
if  it was ever there

maybe that’s why
there’s an emptiness
deep inside
begging to be filled
yet knowing
it never will

sing  to  me

a  sweet  lullaby

carry  me  off

to  the  land  of  dreams

i  will wake to this life
again and again and again
grateful each time i do

i  want to truly live this life
again and again and again
open to all that comes my way

i  wonder at this life
again and again and again
so much love and joy to be found

love

more  powerful

than  life  itself

{ hay(na)ku ~ three lines:  first – one word,  second – two words,  third – three words }

whispers on the wind

just beyond understanding

running after them

trying to catch the meaning

knowing

they are meant for me

oh!  joy!

life!

daffodils
tulips
iris

all lovely as can be

but

none can touch

the beauty
of  someone seen
through the eyes of  love

{ traditionally,  pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields,  but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature }

every time i look at you

i fall into love again

hop a train
don’t care to where
all the same to me

clickety clack
clickety clack

don’t look back
can’t look back
never look back

rock and sway
the night away
all my life

don’t come back
never go back
take me back
wanna go back

clickety clack
clickety clack

when the whistle
makes me lonely at night
the tracks keep me company

if the whistle
gives me a fright
the track reassures

that it’s all right
it’s all right

the rhythm
of the rails
lulls me to sleep

clickety clack
clickety clack

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
― William Wordsworth

i  have a purpose
to bring smiles or tears
without one or the other
i  have failed

…i  am a poem

{ personification ~ writing in the voice of  someone/something else }

i  cannot sleep
…i  will not
lest the ghosts
of  my sins
come to haunt me

i  know…

the sun will come up in the morning
the birds will sing in the trees they are adorning
some days rain brings rainbows
other days i’ll wonder why i even arose
true love must be given a chance
you,  love,  make my heart dance

{ write a poem that states the things you know }

air warms and sweetens

with the scent of new blossoms

sunbeams brightening the day

non,  je ne regrette rien

no,  i do not regret anything

all of  the mistakes i have made

all of  the opportunities i have missed

all of  the obstacles in my path

all

have brought me here to you

i used to think love was for fools
pain was guaranteed
no one could be trusted

you came into my life
opened my heart
i gave it to you completely

why?
because the love in your eyes
is undeniable

{ write a poem in which you explain your reasons for changing your mind about something }

darkness  deep  in  my  soul

awaiting  a  chance  to  come  forth

craving  destruction  and  chaos

time will wash it away

if  you believe that

   …..you’re a fool

you  bring me smiles
you  make me laugh
with  you i  feel safe
with  you i  know  i’m desired
you  show me things in a different light
you  draw the best of  me out of  the dark
i  gave you my trust
you  gave me  yourself
together
is a wonderful place to be

{ write a “loveless” love poem ~ without using the word love }

she wears moonbeams

and starlight in her hair

the dawn patiently waiting

until her dance is through

{ write the form known as the aubade which are morning poems about dawn and daybreak }

You can’t do that.

Why not?

Because you’re incapable.

Says you.

You can’t even come up with a mature response.

Why should I?

You can’t do that.

I  just did.

( me, talking to myself )

{ write a poem using dialogue }

‘It’s never too late to be what you might have been.’

–George Eliot

if  i wake up tomorrow

and make the decision

to do whatever it takes

 

can i  become

what i  might have been?

the me

i’d  rather be?

everything  i’ve dreamed of
everything  i’ve longed for
everything  i’ve needed

is in your eyes

boom dee ya da
boom boom

boom dee ya da
boom

sing along with me

boom dee ya da
boom boom

boom dee ya da
boom

i  promise
it’ll  leave you with a smile

boom dee ya da
boom boom

boom dee ya da
boom


“I Love the Mountains”  {boom dee ya da}   Houaida Goulli

this is my submission to ~

Poetry Pantry #250     at     Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary!

The Tuesday Platform    at   imaginary garden with real toads

thank you, Kerry!

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∙∙⋩••⌘••∙∙ imagination ∙∙••⌘••⋨∙∙ + #giveaway

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an elusive illusion

of  reality

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“Imagine”   John Lennon

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originally posted  20 February 2012

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this was prompted in part by  ~

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In Tandem #11
prompt:  the image above by  Penny Smith  aka  Jinksy   at   In Tandem
{ stunning,  Jinksy!  thank you for sharing. }

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this is my submission to ~

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Poetry Pantry #249     at     Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary!

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BIG POETRY GIVEAWAY?

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just click  HERE  to go to the giveaway post ~  you’ll get all of  the information about what books are being given away and how to enter.

thanks  for  joining  in!

dani

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