Paint
in blazing colours
use bold strokes
without discretion,
talk Turner to me
in a painting
of your dreams.
Wait
in calm patience
for perfect conditions
then shoot with precision,
talk Adams to me
in a photograph
of your life.
Express
without compunction,
use your soul as a sheet,
mix ink with your tears,
talk Byron to me
in a poem
of your love.
Yet what I will see
are imprints of me,
projecting my hopes
straight onto your world,
for ensnared are we
in the solitude
of our own thoughts.
© november child
in response to: Developing Your Eye – Day 6 – Solitude
photo taken with Canon EOS 7D
July 26, 2016 at 12:18 am
I learning to love poetry…..thank you…love the image
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July 26, 2016 at 5:04 am
Thank you.
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July 26, 2016 at 11:52 am
I love this poem! Awesome!
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July 26, 2016 at 12:09 pm
Thank you 🙂
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August 2, 2016 at 3:08 pm
The words imprint into the photo. Nice take on the challenge 🙂
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August 2, 2016 at 3:32 pm
Thank you. After 15 minutes on the concrete floor, I cursed the idea though :-).
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