Special thanks to all our photographers and poets who participated in last week’s photo play, poetry and photo prompts. Come, be inspired and write a poem with us!
Best video poems. “The Painter,” by Dobby Gibson. A man finds he will create if he pays attention to life.
Moving video poem: “Mortal Ghazal,” by Luisa A. Igloria
Maureen Doallas pairs her poem ‘A Ladder Our Boat’ with Holly Friesen’s ‘Warrior Canoe’ in our latest Image-ine feature.
Maureen Doallas and Kelly Sauer turn up a sweet, juicy bit of visual poetry together.
Artist Evy Lareau and poet Maureen Doallas pair off to produce a lovely piece of visual poetry.
A girl can dream of stepping out on the High Road, a flame in heels that’ll steel no beau’s heart. What laces each ankle in place she’ll turn to take his fancy and he, blood pressure rising, will let her lead and whirl. “Red Shoes,” acrylic on board, by Nicola Slattery. Used with permission. © […]
When my daughter was born, she came alive into the world with only one tiny cry of surprise. Her little black eyes blinked. She saw nothing – but she saw everything that was important: she was loved; Mama was here; she was a person. I saw for her; I saw her; I learned at twenty-five […]
She Breathes Cerulean Aquarelle runs deep within the lines of her. She breathes cerulean. . . Floating transparent, in the tides of time. “She Breathes Cerulean”, original watercolor and poem by Michelle “Shell” Rummel. © Shell Rummel, of Shell Artistree. Designs and collections: Shell Rummel Fine Art & Licensing. ___________ Try […]
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Walking Rain It has no legs but the rain is walking the space the White Cloud travels. Earth’s bronzed hard hand welcomes Neomonni’s turned-down lip. Where parched mountain mouths grow stiff with waiting, thirsty bones wrinkle, rattling the distant hills’ enchantment beyond the Trail of Tears. “Walking Rain”, watermedia on paper by Randall David […]
I want her in front of my lens I realise as we drive away. She is poetry in a body.
Lyrics like lavender /lines lifting towards the sky/painting gives new heights
She grew up to be a poet…
This feverish afternoon opened my heart to the magnificence of the human form: mostly the beauty of the female curve, the contours of her mountainous landscape. Recently, poetry re-awakened this for me, brought it into my present.
Can you find a poem in this photo? If I were to find one, it might be in those hands, the blue shadows, or the three roses.
Instant has cheapened us. We need the forgotten process but we don’t know it. So I started capturing poetry, as a cathartic process.