In photography, the interplay of light and shadow can be used to create a graceful dance or a dreamlike scene. On the other hand, the stark contrast can communicate a mood, ambivalent or cruel. As you see, the photographer’s desire determines the result. Creativity is a powerful gift.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s photo play and poetry prompt. Here is an evocative poem from Richard we enjoyed:
Threads of light
tatter the lace
silhouetted along
December mountains,
like rising froth
from dark waves.
And a single bird,
free of this dark cloth
speaks for us
with its silent flight.
POETRY PROMPT: Choose a photo from the post and respond with a poem. Do you see a hero’s quick-thinking rescue or a villain’s clever escape? Leave your poem in the comment box. We’ll be reading. 
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Photos by Mike Locke and S. Etole. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.
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Richard Maxson says
Windmills
This is how
regretting is:
the field opens,
you charge,
wind at your back,
dizzy from days
circles you make,
awake at night,
listening.
Maureen Doallas says
Good one, Richard!
Sandra Heska King says
Regrets do make me dizzy….
Maureen Doallas says
Great photos!
Monica Sharman says
Hers were scissor hands,
whet stone at the ready,
wicked blades razor sharp.
Slash, cut, slice
on the bias. Piece. Baste
batting to batik.
Quilted.
Prasanta says
Retort
The earth opens
Its roaring mouth
In Nepal- it is like this
The sky retorts
With side-splitting shriek
Everywhere- it is like this
Scurry to the next safe haven
Rush with the crowd
But I stop to tie my shoes
Before the next gust.
Prasanta says
Stand at edge
Of tautly sewn seams—
Grasp the point
Rip open
Buttons scatter
I scoop them
Gather the pile
In the hollow of my dress
And start stitching lines again
Find me if you will
No pattern leads the way
Donna Z Falcone says
Susan’s photo conjured up, for me, an unidentified villan – It does, however, answer to the name of Despair. If haiku rhymed and had dangling extra words, you could call this one of those.
Cutting edge freezes.
Sun broken. Striving ceases
Caught in the creases
of
time.
Donna Z Falcone says
Here it is on my blog, dangling words in place. http://www.donnazfalcone.com/poetry/may-23rd-2015
S. Etole says
You’ve captured it well.
Prasanta says
Enjoyed this, Donna!
I found both photos inspiring and interesting. Thank you for another creative prompt.
Carri Kuhn says
Pretending:
balancing
taut and poised
the fall shadowed
in sharp outlines
beneath
the perfect dance