Poetry Sisters are writing poems to images of rock/stones/walls today. I provided three photographs taken during my trip to Israel last year, and each of us created poetry in response to one or more.
Israel was beautiful in many ways, but for some reason, I'm always drawn to rough places, and even more so if someone's made art in them.
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| ---by Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved) |
The diversity and joy my sisters find in the world never ceases to amaze me. Revel in their poetry here:
Rebecca (on break this time)
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Heidi Mordhorst, at My Juicy Little Universe.
I've enjoyed your stunning photographs and the poetry they've inspired this month. I love you yours captures a bit of beauty and art in an unexpected place.
ReplyDeleteMy heart - I love this poem!The more I look at it and read it over, the more I adore it. So good!
ReplyDeleteThe scrape, the trash can, the lifted beak...so many exquisite moments!
ReplyDeleteOnly you could take a bird scribbled over a window and come up with "the heart is an open window" - and it is simply lovely.
ReplyDeleteWow. Wow. Just wow. Every word and line, but especially
ReplyDelete"corner at break-neck
speed the bend of stone."
I wish I could paint these words onto the building--the painting and the poem honor one another.
Thanks.
Oh, that ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for these amazing photos but also for this poem and that exquisite turn at the end...
ReplyDeleteI love 'corner at break neck', Sara. What an amazing picture, then poem, of praise? I needed to enlarge, wanted to walk into that photo and be there! I wonder if you can find the artist so you can share your poem?
ReplyDeleteI love how the trash can waits for the bones to fall...I can't explain why but that line makes the others so real.
ReplyDeleteI loved this photo. You saw so many things I did not. I adore the last stanza, in particular.
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing poem, it goes well with the image and together the two lift off together.
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