Poetry has taken center stage this month. It has been a part of Two Voices, One Song since it’s start and Calliope has featured poem posters for two years now. I’m always happy to do one and share it. Thank you all for letting me know that you enjoy them. This piece was done while thinking of how we climb through our lives and allow its waters to flow over us in the process.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Finding an image that inspires poetry isn’t difficult most of the time. Finding the right words to capture the essence of an image is far more difficult and a task that I enjoy more than most.
Today’s image could have been taken anywhere along a northern coastline here in the States, where late night and early morning fog and frequent rain showers prevail. Anyone who’s been in the moister northern climes will recognize the subject and perhaps a semblance of the image.
Regardless, I took a different perspective with the poem, simply because it was what spoke to me most as I studied it. I hope you enjoy it.
Whenever I do a poem poster, I begin with the photo. I immerse myself into it, feel the subject of it, use my senses to place myself within that snapped moment. Misty/foggy shorelines hold mystery and hesitancy. I remember this day with its light drizzle and the hush that lay over the land.
Time seems to be holding its breath, waiting for an event, however nebulous it might be. Remembering that morning, knowing the circumstances of our presence in that place, brought the poem to me, sowed me it’s path.
This was the result. I hope you enjoy it.
Photos often spark thoughts we wouldn’t otherwise have. Their images reach inside us and pull out all the stops, allow our inner selves to speak and express deeply held beliefs or emotions. So it is with this photo of a Kalispell sunrise.
The occurrence of such a sunrise for a person’s first viewing startles. Thoughts of apocalypse flash through, bringing primal fears to the surface. Once rationality screeches to a halt with a personal shield protecting us from such flights of fancy, we can appreciate the stark, vibrant power of the sky’s colors and appearance.
Verse to go along with this summer sunrise was mandatory for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as we have.
Today’s poster poem focuses on the fact that often the most serene and beautiful sights are more than one expects and far from what we’d like to imagine.
This photo was taken in Yellowstone National Park of one of the hot pools that dot the valley floor. The ancient caldera holds many secrets and surprises. As enticing and tempting as such an image is, it’s ultimate reality makes it a danger to one and all.
Anytime a writer/poet has access to a photographer who gives permission to use her photos, there is room for negotiation. In my case, I ask very nicely for use of those photos that aren’t slated for other purposes, or which are extra shots of a specific subject. In this case, that artist is my friend and surrogate-sister, BJ Jones.
She’s an avid photographer with an eye for fantastic shots, including those with the oddest details, which make for some great shots. I’m privileged to get dozens of images for my use, especially for poems. Better still is knowing that on photo-shoots, she’ll take shots of specific subjects just for me because they strike my poetic fancy. Not every poet is that fortunate.
Today I chose one from a favorite haunt of mine, Avalanche Falls in Glacier Park. I hope you enjoy it.
BJ’s photos can be viewed on her FB page at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/BJJones-Photography/228417527189794?fref=ts
A reflective mood brings memories and all of their resultant movement, emotions, and color into mental movie theaters. Color and tone play express so much within our thinking, attested to by descriptive words writers use to develop the moods and tone of stories.
Today’s poem poster speaks of color and its prominence in our lives. How dull lives would be without that kaleidoscope of continual change in hue and intensity.
This image was taken on the shore of Lake McDonald in Glacier National Park a couple of years ago. It was an experiment in photography after dark and moon light. BJ captured the feel of the summer night, the illusion of air passing across the body while looking at Luna’s face.
I needed to think and feel something from summer this evening. The days have been cold and cloud-covered. Today most of the cloud lifted and allowed us to bake, like all good northern dwellers, in the glow of temperatures up at the freezing mark. It’s shorts weather again for some, even as the rest of us maintain warmth in parkas.
Look at this image, breathe deep, and put yourself back into the most memorable night of last summer that you can bring to mind. Take in the remembered fragrances, the feel of moisture on your arms and face, and smile. That sensation will come again–once in a blue moon, or at least, next summer.
Until next week, enjoy