An alchemistry of thought, photography
Into lockets, carried in pockets --paper,
Light and silver-salts-- evolved a
Distillate of rainbows, an age at which
We learned to expel excitement in new
Ways through time, space, its swales and
Bends by bowing, falling out both ends.
Elegant. Describing the joy of elements is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMost kind, Susan. As my past increases, so does my love of treasured details.
DeleteBeautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Julia
Thanks, Julia. Hugs appreciated and reciprocated.
DeleteLovely way of describing clouds and rainbows cycle of life. Made me think - thank you!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure and privilege, m'Lady. Lately, increasingly, I've thought of Simon's and Garfunkel's "59th Street Bridge Song". "Life, I love you..." is not affixed to any particular age.
DeleteIt makes sense - I can understand why you could connect that song to your words here.
DeleteStay GROOVEY!
That was lovely, Geo.
ReplyDeleteLovely Arleen, thanks. With or without the comma, sometimes even I need to feel lovely.
DeleteYou do have a way with words, Geo. - thank you for this. When next I see a locket, a photograph, or a rainbow, I will remember your poem.
ReplyDelete0_Jenny, those 3 things are ampliative reminders of the same principle. Work your craft and art, not as Dylan Thomas wrote"...while lovers lie abed...", but all the time, in your heart and head. You are exceptional.
DeleteI especially enjoyed the visual descriptive of lockets from another century, with a trimmed to fit picture, treasured and carried.
ReplyDeleteDear Joanne, you've hit a sensitive spot! In the 1950s I remember my family paying respects to departed relatives, lying in state, surrounded by grand-aunts in black bombazine who'd been there all night. I was little and leaned into them, uninterested in their busy beads but intrigued by lockets --the photos there-in. I realized, with an awe uncomfortably beyond my years(10) that these loved ones had withdrawn, even as their love grew.
DeleteLockets are potent magic indeed. Splendid words - words you can just drop into like the surf. Also 'swales' is one of my favourites.
ReplyDeleteOh Lisa, language is also magic --you know that-- in all tongues are words that make our insides sigh, like swales. like "surf".
DeleteI love this, Geo. You bring alchemistry to life in all its beauty.
ReplyDeleteMost kind, Sandra. My own impression of Alchemy --especially as espoused by spouses Nicolas Flamel and wife Perenelle-- is that the Philosophers' Stone was a metaphor. A mineral that would change base metals into gold and silver works well with the idea that people can advance mentally, physically, into something more useful and valuable to our universe. They sought understanding.
DeleteThank you for these words, Geo. They help to make life pleasant.
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Most kind Prof., I know this is a hard time for educators --and an especially busy time. I will try to post more positive poems, even though I'm no good at meter and rhyme.
DeleteVisualized nicely between the picture and the series of words ..
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am glad you enjoyed the poem.
Deletehow do you say THANK YOU in Portagee again geo? love these love them all......
ReplyDeleteObrigado!
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