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Whittles and Wood: Photo Play and Prompt

By Heather Eure 37 Comments

Nature is on stage during Autumn’s curtain call. Trees take a bow and we applaud— a show of gratitude for an unforgettable display of beauty and art.

Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is a poem from Robbie whose heartfelt words are a fitting tribute to Veteran’s Day:

The old man
Sits and carves
Entrenched lines
Like wrinkles
In the furl of his brow
Layers are stripped
Like mines
As he whittles in time
Slivers curl back as years
With shavings and tears
As remnants fall like shrapnel
To the cutting room floor
In disciplined craftsmanship
The essence of childhood
Is revealed in wood
As the toy soldier stood
The old man salutes what is lost
And what would never be understood

—by Robbie Pruitt

 

Photo Play Prompt: Take a walk among the Autumn trees. Snap a photograph of the breathtaking display around you. Or perhaps capture the delicate intricacy of leaves, bark, and branches.

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NOTE TO POETS: Looking for your Monday poetry prompt? On Photo Play weeks, it’s right here. Find inspiration from the photo in the post and respond with a poem. Leave your poem in the comment box. We’ll be reading. :)

 

Photo by Amelie. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.

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Heather Eure
Heather Eure
Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
Heather Eure
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Comments

  1. Sandra Heska King says

    November 10, 2014 at 10:45 am

    wave one last goodbye
    burrow under winter’s quilt
    hope to rise again

    Reply
  2. Prasanta says

    November 10, 2014 at 3:41 pm

    The submissions for this prompt were all delightful to read. The selection above is so fitting and perfect for the holiday. I especially enjoyed:

    Layers are stripped
    Like mines
    As he whittles in time
    Slivers curl back as years
    With shavings and tears
    As remnants fall like shrapnel

    Thank you for the prompts each week!

    Reply
    • Robbie Pruitt says

      November 10, 2014 at 10:29 pm

      Thank you Prasanta! This was such a great prompt with wonderful submissions. So fun to read all of these and to participate.

      Reply
  3. Kelly Chripczuk says

    November 10, 2014 at 4:11 pm

    Her Favorite Color

    She never wore red,
    but when she died,
    her coffin was draped
    with red roses, soft
    as velvet.

    Reply
  4. Robbie Pruitt says

    November 10, 2014 at 6:36 pm

    Thank you all very much for appreciating and reposting my poem! I’m delighted and honored to have it posted here and am very thankful for so many who have given themselves in service to our country. Thank you and happy Veteran’s Day.

    Reply
  5. Robbie Pruitt says

    November 10, 2014 at 8:39 pm

    Autumn Kaleidoscope

    Autumn leaves
    Colors floating
    In kaleidoscope
    On the dusky lake
    Autumn leaves
    A void in the trees
    Blanketing the forest floor
    In orange and red majesty

    © Robbie Pruitt

    Below is a fantastic photo called Lake Nockamixon, by a talented friend of mine, Michael Bixler:

    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10204701531515934&set=a.3461320329502.160147.1165741851&type=1&theater

    Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      November 14, 2014 at 12:03 am

      Beautiful, Robbie.

      Reply
  6. Elizabeth Marshall says

    November 11, 2014 at 6:56 am

    Robbie, your poem is rich, layered, fragile and tender. Each line a revealing, as rings on a tree stump, stories of a life unfolding. I enjoyed it so. Thank you gor sharing your gift.

    Reply
    • Robbie Pruitt says

      November 11, 2014 at 8:31 am

      Thank you for your encouragement and for reading it.

      Reply
  7. S. Etole says

    November 11, 2014 at 9:32 am

    not befitting beauty
    she drifted
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/45405642@N08/15620617976/in/photostream/

    The leaves have all fallen here and snow covers the ground.

    Reply
    • Robbie Pruitt says

      November 11, 2014 at 9:37 am

      Love those lines! Really appreciate the beauty in the brevity. The photo did not show for me in the link, but the word craft is sufficient for me. Thanks.

      Reply
      • S. Etole says

        November 11, 2014 at 9:42 am

        Robbie, would you mind checking again? I think the setting should be okay now.

        Reply
        • Robbie Pruitt says

          November 11, 2014 at 11:07 am

          Yes, very nice! There is a stillness about this photo. I’m inspired to write something for this.

          Reply
          • Robbie Pruitt says

            November 17, 2014 at 10:12 pm

            This is what I ended up with:

            Copper on Copper

            The leaf rests
            In stillness
            In copper color
            In silhouette
            It drifted to stone
            And lay were they met

            © November 17, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

          • S. Etole says

            November 18, 2014 at 12:21 pm

            I appreciate what you saw in this.

    • Richard Maxson says

      November 14, 2014 at 12:06 am

      Interesting contrast this photo. I like the poem, it’s mysterious.

      Reply
      • Robbie Pruitt says

        November 18, 2014 at 12:25 pm

        Thank you. Thank you for your photo as well, may I use it with my poem?

        Reply
        • S. Etole says

          November 18, 2014 at 12:33 pm

          Certainly.

          Reply
  8. Richard Maxson says

    November 11, 2014 at 10:29 am

    https://www.flickr.com/photos/125528196@N08/15741437056/

    Of Trees

    I listen to the leaves,
    those that fall, those that persist
    on their dichotomy of stems,

    in a wind that is nearly silent,
    not the hidden fingers on a harp,
    but rather those of the guitarist

    moving unapologetically up and down
    the frets, so that into the music he
    weaves the agony of callouses.

    Dissection never reveals the whole.
    The fragile rings hide their stature,
    as the trees mock their seasons,

    brandishing their rattling bassinets
    in Spring and in the throes of Autumn
    drop their dappled dress exposed.

    There are memories that uphold me,
    fibers that vibrate from my searching
    for the words to describe them,

    words like houses made of trees,
    that let the winds play at their doors,
    and let the windowed light know where I am.

    Reply
    • SimplyDarlene says

      November 13, 2014 at 2:58 pm

      trees mock their seasons. <– iLike that. aLot.

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        November 14, 2014 at 12:06 am

        Thanks, Darlene.

        Reply
  9. Marcy Terwilliger says

    November 11, 2014 at 9:50 pm

    Robbie my friend, it’s so good to see you here, saw the poem on the face book feed, beautiful. I also like the second one you posted as well. Hope all is well with you and family, you inspire me as usual. Love, Marcy

    Reply
    • Robbie Pruitt says

      November 13, 2014 at 8:23 am

      Hey Marcy! Thank you for reading and thank you for the encouragement, as always. The family is doing well, thank you for asking. And thank you for your inspiration!

      Reply
  10. SimplyDarlene says

    November 13, 2014 at 2:56 pm

    I got a twofer deal out of this prompt. Images and poem and my site. http://wp.me/p1sn25-2i8

    Poetry only – read below…

    autumn daze chilled out

    yonder, reflected, shining behind her

    as dishes sudsed warm

    (lather rinse repeat)

    she took her way, slow –

    as rays leaned low; she changed

    clothes: sweater, knit

    hat, woolen underthings – in town

    she found the creek-sliced park

    overflowing with fallen

    things. she kicked colors around, flying

    them atop frozen grass; scuttled up

    a gnarled tree, safe! as a sea of leaves

    rode sunset’s glow, don’t giddy-up the majestic

    (take her easy, gentling the bite)

    crisp with morn’s snow skiff – just

    a kiss of winter days (and

    nights) to come; home

    at last she drove

    a nail, hung her lantern out.

    Reply
    • Marcy Terwilliger says

      November 13, 2014 at 4:15 pm

      SimplyDarlene,
      Girl, I really like this autumn poem you have laid before my eyes. Getting dressed in our warmest clothes, the words so smooth as we ride along taking in each sight. So personal, as if you invited me along.

      Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      November 14, 2014 at 12:11 am

      Darlene, your poems are journeys, whether just out in the back yard or a trip into town. I loved this one, loved the creek-sliced park and “don’t giddy-up the majestic” is classic!

      Reply
  11. Elizabeth Marshall says

    November 13, 2014 at 4:05 pm

    The Bride

    Blushing
    Flushed fall foliage
    Ushered
    Down the aisle
    Winter
    Waits
    For wispered vows
    Sacred
    Ceremony underneath the bent tree’s
    Boughs
    The earth committs
    To spin and never stop
    For better and for worse

    In Winter and in Spring

    And every season in between

    This

    Is her solemn vow

    You may now kiss the blushing bride

    Reply
    • Marcy Terwilliger says

      November 13, 2014 at 4:17 pm

      How delightful, you have made me smile.

      Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      November 14, 2014 at 12:13 am

      Elizabeth, loved the sounds in this and the sentiment. Our daughter just married in July so this rang so true.

      Reply
    • Bethany says

      November 14, 2014 at 6:28 pm

      What a lovely piece of art you’ve created. I can see and hear it:
      “For whispered vows/ Sacred/ Ceremony underneath the bent tree’s/ Boughs”

      Reply
  12. Marcy Terwilliger says

    November 13, 2014 at 4:37 pm

    Brewing Time

    Autumn,
    Time for a brewing.
    Host of friends come calling,
    Even ones that have died.
    Let the Spirits rise.
    Fling open the doors,
    Scatter old cups and saucers about.
    Open the windows,
    Let cool, crisp, air move about.
    Kick off your shoes,
    Come dance to the beat of a drum.
    Candles flicker,
    Everyone hums.

    Reply
  13. Richard Maxson says

    November 14, 2014 at 12:16 am

    Marcy, we just had an evening like this with new friends at the Stone House a local brewery in Eureka Springs a couple weeks ago. “Let the Spirits rise” is a wonderful line in context!

    Reply
  14. Bethany Rohde says

    November 14, 2014 at 11:23 am

    Changing Views

    That maple tree at the front of my lawn

    is missing pieces by the handful.

    In June it offered a full bouquet:

    an overflow of top-down green.

    I ducked under a lower branch

    and stood inside its canopy.

    I let my body’s weight fall

    back against the scruff of bark.

    Wooden arms reached out toward me,

    toward my neighbors, toward the street.

    Yesterday, when the school bus left,

    I stooped back in my leaved den.

    Those same branches, ripe with autumn,

    relaxed their grip on stems.

    The wind punched out clusters

    in the nutmeg shag above.

    Through those holes

    in my roof

    cold air fell

    all the way

    down the back

    of my collar.

    I peered up through a skeleton of sticks

    and found

    shifting windows of liquid blue.

    In that dome of floating lakes

    two twig hands kept overlapping

    and spreading apart again,

    like someone feeling her way out

    of the dark.

    (Previously on AllNine and VerseWrights)

    Reply
  15. Marcy Terwilliger says

    November 14, 2014 at 2:46 pm

    Leaving Autumn

    Hearing colors
    Seeing sounds
    Red dances with leaves,
    Peeled back bark
    Inspiring visual to see.
    Spiritual color blue
    Propels to the clear sky.
    Yellow an Irish tin whistle,
    Like wind blowing by.
    Autumn is passion
    Shine on those red heels.
    Prance as she walks by,
    But hurry still.
    Winter is coming,
    Snow Geese take to flight.
    Let there be,
    Peace tonight.

    Reply
  16. C. Shepherd says

    November 16, 2014 at 8:44 pm

    The dying leaves-
    A symbol of inside.
    Slowly suffocating,
    Broken heart

    Reply
  17. gassingon says

    March 3, 2015 at 4:05 pm

    whittles and wood
    once we were all good
    all smiles and soft and new
    akin to the new spring
    advancing quickly in view
    as soon as March is in
    like a soft new skin
    things start out fresh
    seeing through the mesh
    and heat and the suns retreat
    from summer and autumn too
    turning again to winter
    oh how I wish we too
    could each spring be renewed

    Reply

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