dVersepoets Prompt : Poetics – Awareness of the Experience : PhotoPoem

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dVersepoets Prompt – Poetics – Awareness of the Experience

hosted by sheila and walter w smith

i had already told folk i was just too busy to post,  though i did visit and experience some great responses to the prompt on dversepoets today

yet i was able to finish my projects for the coming week, some big chunks of stuff needing getting done in prep –

and though i still have some personal projects that need getting started (much less being getting done 😉 ) i’ve just kept returning to the prompt, one i like so much, becoming aware of one’s personal response to the moment, and in this case particularly, to images

the sets of images i’ll use here, to create a photopoem as i like to call it 😉 are provided by walter, a digital artist who’s variety of texture color tone and degrees of layering-restructuring, is really a delight

i’ve rarely ever used anyone else’s images for my photopoem work, mostly because i feel i won’t have the internal emotional impact of using images i’ve chosen with my own seeing, my own eye, my own desire –

but i felt this was worth the exception, and risk, of just plain falling flat as a dry leaf run over by a semi 😉

here goes –

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They Weren’t My Images, I Thought

i didn’t draw my eye to this and capture it like

ice cream melting off a summer cone in texas

hurriedly hungrily reckless to its usefulness or arty-

ness

though once i stopped and sat my mind on it

which is how my heart likes for me to

co-ordinate, behave, myself

and found i agreed to disagree with myself

not wanting to remove pain that taught

me what pain is, learning me to

teach myself the value of

my uncertain future

even if

uncertain mostly to me

anyways

and

gazing on the rolling golden round disrupting

– playfully i decided –

the ruffled purpled oceans flower shells dancing dolphin like

betrayed the first site’s thoughts – confirming my own pit-nicky

bias –

pain remembered is pain honored not forgotten

even winter’s harshest stripes of white whipping cold-welts

passes –

the floral layering leafed with greens carrying scents of seeds

birds gladly drop to earth, the patterned

look –

a washing-machine’s gentle rinse of the tillings the

soul

took uninvited

but accepted under the oval rainbow of the light

wind fluttering waves and spray and wisps

of cotton breathing in the salted air

saving us our moisture

in the needy heat

not forgetting the primal

pain

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but setting it back wet

into its ocean

i cross the bridge of colors set upon the

the darkness where

in light

all color comes

and

in pigment

all

color

returns

the spectrum playing itself upon the retina’s

of someone else’s eyes

i thought

but i saw them too

the else’s images

they asked me

if i did

really did

remember the pain twisted moments set in muscle

and i said, yes, but more the release and remembrance

of the ocean waters i’d seen before

and more

the ruffled layers with rolling

lavendars

and

more the sign of caution

asking us

if we really truly can remove ourselves from ourselves

no –

i said

and the images were mine….

© 2012 adam light creations / adan lerma

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