First in this week…
Photo Credit: Sue Vincent
I dreamt of holding white dresses
like a wedding
because we all seek to be adorned with beauty
don’t we?
A brown cake rippled
in frosted garlands by a child’s
hand guided with a confidence
so easily lost to age
My feet run the hallway of records
life’s footsteps echoing off walls
which seem so solid to the mind
The light beyond the tunnel almost
an illusion
when matter enfolds the path
My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge. If you would like to participate, please click here.
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excellent!!
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Thank you.
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You took the picture, but did you also write the words? I was captured first by what I thought was the title ‘Not Tomatoes’. It took reading the poem and a small brain twitch to recognize it was a link to another site. So, of course, I am left with the question–who wrote the words. Because my brain was stuck on there being no tomatoes in either the photo or the poetry and I couldn’t let that go long enough to contemplate the text. I think I’m suffering some sort of mid-life intellectual drift. Sigh. Perhaps I should come back to this after a second cup of caffeine.
I was able to at least appreciate the last line:
“The light beyond the tunnel almost
an illusion
when matter enfolds the path”
That last bit ‘when matter enfolds the path’ that was just pure. Pure thought. Pure joy. Pure something I can’t describe. But it spoke to me.
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The photo credit belongs to Sue. I just used it as her #writephoto prompt to create the poem. The “Not Tomatoes” is the title of my personal blog, which Sue linked to. Not related at all to the poem or photo. 🙂 Glad you liked the last line.
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Oh, I liked all the words. It’s just, sometimes, a particular phrase stands up and punches you in the cerebellum. That one did!
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