Hello, Found Object Poets and Poetry Friday people. We have family visiting today, so my friend, the poet Michael Ratcliffe, is guest hosting. While you’re visiting Mike’s new blog, be sure to check out his just-published book of poems, SHARDS OF BLUE.
FOUND: Sun Sign
You will find the Day 26 Found Object Poem Project post at Mike’s blog, MICHAEL RATCLIFFE’S POETRY. Mike contributed the deer’s skull that we wrote about last Friday — I know that was a great prompt for many of us! Thank you for that photograph and for hosting today’s prompt and responses, Mike.
DAY 27 FOUND OBJECT PROMPT (February 27)
I’ll see you back here tomorrow for Day 27. You can leave your Day 26responses at this post or in the comments at Mike’s blog.
Laura,
I posted Day 26 at Mike’s blog. I redesigned the image to suit my purposes for writing the poem, Cardboard Art. You can find Day 26 poem at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/poetry-potpourri.html.
Here it is without the digital image I created.
recycled refuse
-slashed, stacked, stored
curbside cardboard collage-
artsy artisan gallery show
preview on trash day
©CVarsalona, 2016
I also am submitting my poems for Days 2 and 3 that you can also find in the same blog post, Poetry Potpourri at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/poetry-potpourri.html.
I am going to link the digital compositions to you.
Market Day
Summer’s a’coming!
Vegetables galore-
fresh riped-pick
not from the store.
Foods I adore!
©CVarsalona, 2016
Wonder
Clusters
of neon balls
hanging
in mid air
waiting
for the
human touch
to flick
them
away.
©CVarsalona, 2016
I am delighted to be caught up now. Thanks for all of the fun so far.
Laura, I am posting Day 27’s offering at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/celebrating-writing.html. I created digital composition for the image with the poem embedded. I will send you it via a tweet but the shortcut to it is here.
Moss-covered ruins,
aching with age,
tumble through time.
Architects wonder.
Designers plan,
Writers clear paths
with their words.
©Carol Varsalona, 2016
Carol–Wow! I just read your poem after submitting mine, and was struck by how the picture resonated similarly for both of us. I love your line “tumble through time”.
I blogged about my poem for Day 28, but here’s the acrostic without the background process:
Allium
A burgeoning bud
Lollipops into the sky
Launches into an
Illuminated
Umbel
Making merry in the garden
Day 27
Granite Speaks of Eternity
We thought we were given our
own eternity by quarrymen who
released us from mountains
that held us prisoner.
Builders hauled and lifted
and fit us into works
of architectural magnificence
decorated by masters of art.
Surely, we would honor man and
ourselves by lasting forever.
Then along came the Bryophytes
reducing our dreams to dust.
(I left Day 26 at Mike’s blog)
Day 27
every life
(hopefully softened by moss)
becomes rubble
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Here’s my day 26 entry, inspired by the jaunty sun in the cardboard stack. I’ll also post it at Mike’s blog.
Arriving in Puerto Rico
We tipped our faces to the sun
heads like bobbing buds
on slender neck stalks.
Warmth seeped into our bones,
flushing our cheeks
petal-pink.
Each morning
we moved into daylight
instinctively leaning
toward the sun.
Phototropic
in the tropics.
And onto Day 27–
Ruins
Within an eternity of arches
Moss masses
on tumbled marble
and time marches on
Day 27
the word ‘ruin’
softened by moss –
spring deceit
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
Day 27
Marble Arches
What once was lofty white and pure
That all thought would so long endure
Became eroded and unsure
This ostentatious entryway
Became just ruins in the way;
In days gone by they stood above
Each block fitting like a glove
To house many a city dove
City dove
City dove
House many a city dove
Marble arches
In paths they lie upon the ground
As if in hunt they had been downed
Becoming stilled, no echoed sound
Wearing hides of green and brown
Those marble arches fallen down
Would that we could just recrown
Just recrown
Just recrown
Would that we could just recrown
Marble arches.
©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
Couldn’t resist a bit of London Bridges falling at stanzas’ ends…
In Antigua
Earthy scents rise
from crumbled ruins,
roots reclaim the glories
of civilization,
brought from an old world
imposed on a new world.
Moss cares not about conqueror
or conquered,
religion or culture,
order or plan.
It spills over columns
and stones,
churches and temples,
liberating all.
©Buffy Silverman
Do not give up on me. I’m back. I sat with this image for a short time before this poem came to me. I worry when I don’t respond, so today I am happy to be back with a poem of hope.
In the graveyard of buildings
stone becomes mulch
for grass and weeds.
Nature does what it does best–
continues to grow
renew relive.
I walk among the fallen stone
peek behind the bolder
see a hidden nest.
Yes, there is new life
everywhere.
Just look!
Molly, I see what you mean about our similar pathways. Today’s image has brought up wonderful lines by all writers to compliment the image. What a great writing community we have that can be joyful over each others’ words and providing the support to continue to write with zest.
Laura, Day 28’s offering is at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/spring-is-in-air.html. I have a digital composition and a ditty song for today plus a piece on digital safety for Margaret Simon’s DigiLit Sunday community.
I feel like it’s meaningful that so many focused on the moss–I mean, it’s front and center, but from a prevailing point of view perhaps not the main idea–and yet most poems placed the moss front and center. A wonderful photo!