Thank you to all our photographers and poets who participated in last week’s poetry and photo prompts. Here’s part of a poem, from Elizabeth, that we recently enjoyed. We thought it was a nice matchup with some of the Photo Play entries above.
Sometimes the greatest distance between two
Is the other side of a one inch
Wooden portal, hanging by a thread
Ferme la porte as you go
And let the cat out one more time.
Be sure to check out the rest of our favorite highlights from each participant on the Photo Play Pinterest board! And keep clicking and/or playing with words.
Featured photos by Darlene, Nancy, and Jennifer Dukes Lee. Post by L.L. Barkat.
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NOTE TO POETS: Looking for your Monday prompt? On Photo Play days, it’s right here. Choose a photo and use it to jumpstart a poem!
SimplyDarlene says
Thanks so much for including me here — there were so many outstanding images.
Mine is the side of our small town’s hardware building, across from the coffee shop. We’ve got a lot of interesting textures and oddball pairings in our 3-block-long town.
Blessings.
L. L. Barkat says
That might be grist for some very interesting photos this year 🙂 I wonder what you’ll do with February’s theme, “Spanish Lace” 😉
Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says
Thanks for the heads up on February’s theme.
SimplyDarlene says
Using my own brick wall door image, here is my photo prompted poem for today:
Take-out coffee is always too hot.
An inflamed tongue and burned mouth –
Who likes extra skin hanging
down, dangling into the rest of the day’s eating
anyway?
Take-out coffee cools on tabletop.
A morsel of divine and dark chocolate –
I cannot resist, nor do I care about
its wrapper being undone in my Wrangler jeans
pocket.
Take-out coffee found a photograph.
An edge of wilderness town, rough and poor –
Who knows what happened to this store
with fancy bricks above white plywood nailed
doors?
Take-out coffee is always too hot.
L. L. Barkat says
“Take-out coffee found a photograph.
An edge of wilderness town”
There’s something about this phrase that speaks of *more* to me. The way a picture sometimes hides as much as it shows and leaves you wanting more.
Love that you are writing poetry now, Darlene. It’s a path, too. 🙂
SimplyDarlene says
Indeed!
Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says
Such an interesting “picture” of life in “an edge of wilderness town.” I’ve always loved that photo of yours, Darlene.
SimplyDarlene says
and miss patricia – your collection is amazing – especially the shanty door. looks like a book cover. 😉
Amy says
Wow, this is fantastic. I can’t help but read it again.
Richard Maxson says
http://theimaginedjay.com/?page_id=545
Hansel Alone
The rain-rippled clay
streets are now paved.
A timber trail at the wood’s edge,
where once a sand path began
its turn into the thick needles,
like a dry throat catching its breath.
Beyond, a sweeter voice beckoned
from the sway of yellow pines,
to the crooked fingers
of oaks with their moss shawls.
If I could return, to be lost
in those woods again…
From my car I stare at the houses,
the street sign that must be wrong.
No sinister palmetto thicket
remains behind the yards,
along the dark canal,
no path back from where I came.
I turn toward town,
remembering the way bicycles
bounced us like jackhammers,
on the waves of rain ridges,
making chants from our laughing vowels.
The trees that remain—consolations.
My drawbridge gone for a span too high
to drop a line, no bulkhead for the pelicans
to rest from their weary circling,
bellies full of crumbs.
nance.mdr says
powerful words
and love the other photos
gotta run
jdukeslee says
How lovely to see my “third-floor” photo featured here. I miss that old house, and I hear a bit of its heartbeat here today.
Also, thank you for the invitation to take part.
L. L. Barkat says
It’s a beautiful house, Jennifer. The wood speaks of both laughter and secrets. Thank *you* for opening the… door… to let us in with your lens.
Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says
What a lovely home you grew up in, Jennifer. Awesome photo.
Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says
Y’all are so talented. Love all those photos.