Seven Girls

Image courtesy of Angie Bergen Collection

Image courtesy of Photography-on-the-net

Seven Girls

Faded background, long ringlet curls:

sign of the times from yesteryear.

The worn faces of seven girls

wearing vague smiles, mostly austere.

Updated background, tattoos and swirls:      

sign of the times from modern day.

Made-up faces of seven girls:

wholly different kind of display.

Times have changed; and this resonates.  It’s true…

each photograph could capture me or you.    

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Notes:  The prompt from Sepia Saturday was to either use their vintage photograph (a marvelous one which I still might use!) or use one of our own.  Inspired by some of the work of Bob Scotney, I decided to do a contrast(ish) poem, using an old and a new photograph which I paired with the poetic form Sonnetina Tre.

Thanks for visiting.  My wish for tonight?  Stay dry, warm and safe.

Picture Perfect

When you pair illustrations, artwork, graphics or photos with words, the results can be extraordinarily vivid and exciting.  Monday's Child provides picture prompts every Monday, with gentle childhood themes.  Today's prompt is an illustration by fellow blogger lissa.  The poem I wrote for this is in the form Sonnetina Tre.

Since the theme today for the March Challenge is 'nature' (in honor of Luther Burbank, who was born today in 1849) I decided to use one of my own original photographs to illustrate my poem.  The photo was taken at a recent local garden and flower show, and the poetic form is Ya Du.

Bedtime Story by lissa

Go To Sleep, Katie

Sitting in bed with my most bestest book,

bunny ears on…let the magic begin.

This is the moment I love.  Take a look…

“Go to sleep, Katie!”  “Hey Mom, in a min.”

I’m up to the chapter right near the close,

and what happens next?  A conjurer’s trick!

I know how this ends, but - fun to suppose…

“Go to sleep, Katie!”  “Hey Mom, in a tic.”

I’m finally finished.  Gosh, that was fun!

“Go to sleep, Katie!”  “Okay Mom.  I’m done.”

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Branch with Blue Flowers

Petals of blue…

déjà vu. I

sense you, but why?

Is it I see

something I know is part of me?

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