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A Bloggers Pic In Poetry 5

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A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry

This is number 5 and again Daniel Plumer is the featured photographer.

I just have one question…do u see what eye see?
Daisies Of Yellow

Slowly approach, does the Cloud Of White
Sneaky he is, disguised in upper top right

Under cover of thick and dark it seems 
Hiding behind glasses, his eyes are not seen

Laying in wait is the Rock Of Stone Mount
Face in center below, lips parched under its snout

Hand of left ready to batter what the cloud will bestow
His chest still and steady beneath the face, coming slow

‘Tis a battle to commence betwixt these two fellows
See them flee the scene, all these Daisies Of Yellow


Photo by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me  


   

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A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 4

Hello everyone and thank you for your interest in the series

A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 

This is number 4 in the series and another photograph by Daniel Plumer
What stands out for me in this photo?…the fire and ice look, each giving the other their due respect in opposites, creating a union of beauty.  


Two Beautiful


A fire travels above the cool quench below in sight

Consuming not to destroy, but to give wondrous light

The coolness below touched not by its red hot glare

Seems they two admonish, their beauty declared


Photograph by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me


A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 3

This is the third in the series

A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry

Reading has taken on a technological turn and more people are reading on electronic devices and when I saw this it brought to my mind the art of reading a paper book. 

I don’t remember how I found this one but it definitely caught my eye. The first click of the picture took me to Britta Nickel’s Tumblr blog/page which is linked to Sweet Southern Nights also on Tumblr. On Sweet Southern Nights you will find an array of photos that range from A to Z.


Read

The art of reading in abnormal tradition

Feet in air bare monumental condition

Hard copy in hand, there’s nothing like it

Twenty seven times straight, becomes habit



Photo taken by: Unknown 

Poem by me

  
                                                  

A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 1

I recently came across this photograph by way of my Google+ stream courtesy of Anissa Mayhew  who shares a lot of nice pictures on her stream from other members.

I don’t know what it was about this photo but I was impelled to write a poem about it. 

To give you a heads up, this is the first of more to come in a series I’m calling: A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry

I’m not sure where I will find them or how often I will see a poem in a photo, but when I do, it will be included in the series.

I will say that I have spent some time on Daniel Plumer’s Google+ page and I have four poems from some of his photographs. This is the first and I will post the rest in the order that I viewed and wrote the poem for each one. 
Reflection

What is, reflects of itself
Doubling of single, non-stealth
Rocky hard, branches sticking
Softly seen, yellow green lifting

I am who I am, am I?
Seen as such is, to eye
Same as is, unchanged two one
Crazy it is, when seen how it’s done


Photo by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me

Corners Of Hope

Hoping or wishing for something or several different things for me brings a sense of adventure, challenge. Some may say setting myself up for rejection, failure. Maybe I’m just dreaming.


Well for one thing, I have already had multiple failures! Rejection has laughed in my face upteen times!!


No, I’m not setting myself up for more of that…simply because “that” is already out there ahead of me. What I have to do is get better at avoiding them. 


Doing what you enjoy and having fun at it…in hopes that maybe someday, something just may break in a good way.

  
I think I gonna keep pecking away at what I love….continue to dream, hope, and wish.

Time Share


      …hey, if you like to write and think you can do it in 55 words…it’s a chance to get it published in their Love In Creativity Project.





Your time, mine~are hours
Feelings of passion in air
No one knows, save we
It is ours, we share

Hearts tell the tale,
No one knows
Thump thump thump
Sweat, sweet rose

Releasing fruit sensuous
Boilers steaming, hot
Warming presence felt
Even tho touch, is not

Deep sighs of breaths,
Touch of no caress  



If Time Did Stop

Image courtesy of Photobucket
Time ticks away by the seconds
Minute by minute, hour by hour
Awake we all, as the sun beckons
Rise from the bed, into the shower

 Starting the day that awaits
Fresh from head to toe
Off to work, or whatever in states
Going here and there, to and fro

But I wonder sometimes
If time came not to be
Also do bells and chimes?
The waves from the sea?

No more songs from birds
No more wind or rain
 Silence, we hear no words?
 Hearts feeling no pain?

Would there be peace
At long last for sure?
Or does life cease
For all to endure




My thanks to The Poetry Palace for this award.


Blessings come from God, and people with love
The award you see, yes the one up above
Has been given to me, for the poem I wrote
“If Time Did Stop”, with lumps in my throat

I wrote it with care, and much in mind
And they who voted, were oh so kind
I write this with love, and appreciation
I accept this award from my, writing station





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