Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face…” John Donne
October Sunrise
Sunrise, higher than high
In the early October sky
Over the morning clouds
The sun has spread its shroud
Blues and reds playing in a mix
Eyes staring completely transfixed
The cool crisp air caressing
Almost feels like singing…
Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 41 Wrap Up
“In December 2014, after completing the Photo101 course, I opened the Photo Rehab Event in this blog, a ‘healing clinic’, for all of us who love photography (hobbyists, amateurs, pro-shooters and enthusiasts) who missed the course and daily interaction with other photobloggers” Lucile De Godoy
Check out all the magnificent photographs for this week from Lucile’s site:
Week 41: Wrap up Photo101 Rehab
Also featured Rantings Of A Third Kind:
“Gun from Rantings of a Third Kind always offers us a treat: Poetry with Shadows and Autumn leaves, and more shadow captures”
Shadow Play in October Part One
Shadow Play in October Part Two
Leaves of October
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton
October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Three
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton
October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Two
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton
October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part One
Little if no sunlight
Feeling the urge of flight
Looking through windows
Outside tall shadows
Cold weather gracing us
With minus degrees Celsius
Colours quickly a fading
The nature slowly graying
October or sobbtober
Surely nothing to rock over
You followed September
Surely, a month to remember
But, as life always has a twist
Therefore I must insist
This time, this October
Was truly a rocktober
With sunshine in abundance
And colours of substance
So far nothing to complain about
No time for doubt or pout
Both spirit and camera uplifted
With feelings of being gifted
With a beautiful October
Poetry and Photography
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.” George R.R. Martin
Friday, Sunset in Suburbia, Prequel
Waiting, impatiently
Holding my position
By the window
Nothing moves
No other sounds heard
But the clicking
Of my camera
Rehearsing for
The main event
I am fully prepared
For the sunset…
Poetry and Photography
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.” George R.R. Martin
Friday, Sunset in Suburbia
Sitting at the window
In my little house
In deepest of suburbia
Watching the clouds
As they pass by
The sun slowly setting
Disappearing behind
The tall buildings
I keep on clicking
Capturing the turn
Of the brightest day
Into the darkest of nights
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same” Carlos Santana
Blue Moment
That silent moment
Between sunset
And complete darkness
The blue moment
Sets, before the sun
Photography and Poetry
“The fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light” Malcolm Lowry, October Ferry To Gabriola
October Day in Suburbia
The sun was beckoning
Behind the closed window shades
The outside warm and welcoming
Blue skies and colours splayed
On the tableau drawn by nature
Quite the creator
Of beauty and awe
Almost dropped my jaw
When I stepped outside
And stared with pride
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance” Carl Sandburg
Leaves of October
The leaves of colour
Soon but shadows
Slowly fading away
In the October rain
Autumn leaves
Falling down
From the trees
On to the ground
The winds are soon
But a silent whisper
As the leaves bloom
Out of existence
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