Footsteps on the shore, your hand in mine.
Water welcomed by sand, welcoming us,
the warmth of waves washing over heart and soul.
The impression of each step taken
where then meets now, but always now.
Once stirred, these emotions will not abandon me.
This is my response to Quadrille #99 – Poems Stirred, Not Shaken
– the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse, which is to use the word stir
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Behind the lens,
seldom in front.
So I search,
frame by frame.
Through weddings, holidays,
And there you are,
your love in every frame.
Other video poetry can be found here.
This place is like no other
I make of it what it is
Mind and spirit
No effort too big
No element too small
It is mine, and it is home
Kerfe got me to thinking about robins, so I watched this one for an hour this morning, as it it gathered grass for a nest. And so, this poem. (Off prompt for Day 26 of NaPoWriMo.)
Photo: American Robin (screenshot from video)
Other video poetry can be found here.
heron spied on shore
silver flash in bill, then gone
river rushes by
This haiku is in response to the prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 23, which is to write a poem about an animal.
Image: Great Blue Heron in the Niagara River Gorge, 09 September 2008
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The camera I used for the photo was a small Canon. It also took video, and I actually captured the heron catching a fish. I had been using the camera to upload to YouTube for two years. The video was a small format (320×240) and it was in flash video, so that was the format I uploaded. I found that file today and used a clip to create an mp4 video in 640×480 (thus a slight blurriness) for this video poem.
The Setting of Suns
Blue above, with edges and undersides
of pink shading to coral, the clouds above
freeway valley measure the passage of time.
A slice of a lifetime told in the sunsets
over this valley. With a voice
I’ve come to savor, musings reach me,
on the passage of time, of sunsets
across seasons, over the years.
Thoughts of daily routines, changed
now that he is alone; of memories held
in photos and letters, and the sun that set
on a lifetime of nearly a century; of a gift
that was his not through payment of a debt,
but through love and dedication.
That coral slowly fades as blue turns to gray,
and a poet’s soliloquy cannot
encompass all the thoughts
held in those clouds. A flute plays,
and fingers that could be writing
trace the joy and sorrow of those times.
In the end, a sigh tells it all.
This poem is for my friend Daniel Charles Thomas, whose uncertain future almost certainly holds a move from that place he calls home, which was his mother’s home for forty years. The view from Daniel’s window, looking out over what he fondly calls “Freeway Valley” in San Diego, provides some spectacular sunsets, and he has shared some of those with me over the years. His words and the clouds from his most recent video inspired this poem, and I used those clouds here, with his permission.
This may be a first for me – an ekphrastic video poem. I’m not sure if it’s a complete work, or if it’s just a work-in-progress. It’s inspired by a clay sculpture by Claudia McGill (who also writes poetry). I’ve been wanting to write something around the piece for the past few weeks. Looking at it this morning, I just let the shape and patterns take me where they would, and I put together the video this afternoon.
(Thank you, Claudia.)
More Than Lip Service
Never just black and white,
there are many sides to the blues.
What is a door that opens, if you don’t enter it?
Or a rose, without water?
Enter, and I will water your rose,
scale any height to stay by your side.
This is more than lip service,
the many facets coming to you in turns.
What I reveal is already there
for the knowing.