“Poetry Thursday”

Good morning on another Poetry Thursday. This weeks prompt was to take a “snapshot of poetry” by going on an artistic date with yourself to refill the well of creativity. The only problem is, I don’t have time during the week to do that, so I will be putting this prompt aside. However, I do have a vivid imagination and perhaps a “virtual” date would be in order?

I used to be a photographer. I was the family chronicler. I used to take joy in creating the perfect image. It is interesting to me that the wonder I felt taking a picture is now what I feel when writing a poem. I can see the words when I write. I see the image that is created or destroyed. I don’t know if I am explaining this right. *pouts*

I don’t have a plan when I write, I just write. It could be a word, a sound, a feeling; something that triggers a line of random words that mean something. Then more words arranged just so to cause a reaction in the reader. I have a thought though, whenever I write. How would you describe something in words, to someone that has never seen it. Falling snow. Leaping whale. What if you were blind from birth? How would you describe red? What if you were deaf? How would you describe gurgling water?

We all take our senses for granted. There is so much stimulation bombarding us all the time, that we create filters. Filters that sift the incoming data and only register what we want to see, to hear, to taste, to feel, to smell. That I believe, is what an artistic date is all about. To drop your filters, and experience the world as it really is.

“The Virtual Date”

I picked myself up promptly at nine,
Dressed carefully to make a good impression.

I liked what I saw
Tall, slender, with a kind face.

I said hello, nice to meet you,
We shook hands to be polite.

I got the door for myself
and we drove downtown.

I asked, where are we going?
It’s a surprise was the reply.

I pulled up to the gate,
We’re here, do you like it.

I love it! I haven’t been here since I was a kid!
This is great!

I parked the car,
And we walked inside.

I said one adult please,
And checked the directory.

I was tugged towards the great hall,
That inner child pulling hard.

I stopped, my mouth agape,
Look! Look! Look! Did you see?

I could only marvel at the brilliant light flashing from precious gems,
The colors! Oh the colors! How can they be real?

I felt sadness next,
That all manners of creatures had breathed their last to be seen.

I found ourselves in another world,
Filled with strange humans dressed in paint.

I followed the story from start to finish,
And when we were done, he smiled.

I took his hand and together we went home,
Where he slept; Little Brian slept in my arms.

Thank you for reading and tomorrow I start my vacation. I will be posting a long post on Saturday with four more parts of Real Magic, and more poetry. Just wanted to let you know that Dewy is coming along to the Keys with us, and she will be reporting on our vacation. Should be very interesting! LOL

I have just finished moving Dewy to WordPress,go here for the new, “Get Your Daily Knickers”, by the one and only Dewy Knickers.