Moon rise over the mountain,
a fresh spring wind in the woods,
through the camera lens,
my spirit breaks free,
clean, light, unencumbered by
aching joints or uncertain steps,
and dances into the dark night.
© sgreerpitt
Saturday March 27, 2010
For other poems on the theme "avatar" see One Single Impression March 27-April 3.
Photograph taken 9:00 PM Saturday March 27, 2010, 8" exposure, 4x magnification.
17 comments:
Yes. Yes. Yes.
My aching bones say yes all over this and thank you friend. We are too tired to punctuate but oh so grateful!
:-)
Very nice. Love the photo btw :-)
I can see exactly why this view perked you up. It is lovely, and your poem, too.
A perfect description.
The camera is transformative isn't it? Getting shots like this one is the surest cure I now for those aching places. Well done.
Gorgeously serene ..
well done ! ..
We can dream about the things our 'camera lens' finds can't we? In our dreams there can be a perfect world for the wishing.
Reminds me, I have an overdue video tape from the library, 'Alice in Wonderland.' I want to watch that before we see 'Alice 2.' I did finish reading the book because I had never read it before.
It might be at the Red Boxes before we get our aching bones ready.
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Oh yes, 'onion' rhymes with 'opinion' for my OSI ditty.
Thank you for commenting about that one. I am smiling still.
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a beautiful poem! wonderfully versed!
You really have a great way with imagery. Love it!
Lovely! Interesting how sometimes lenses can free us and lessen the encumberances we encounter in our lives. Very beautifully expressed.
Sue, this is superb! I could feel the night dancing, the escape through the lens. How utterly lovely!
I experience the spirit of freedom in your words~
absolutely... !!!
transported! thank you.
It is amazing how a hobby like photography can set us free. Nothing but the "shot" becomes our focus. Focusing on the subject, becomes all there is. I can relate to this.
The secret picture.I love it.
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