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
… The longer you stare
Into the bright glare
The red gets in control
Devouring the sky whole
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
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
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“When walking through the ‘valley of shadows,’ remember, a shadow is cast by a Light” Austin O’Malley
Shadow Play in October Part Two
The October sun’s shadows
Casting tall and narrow
The darkened figures
Painting abstract pictures
Onto every surface
Carefully you listen
But the only sound
Is the soft whistle
Of the Autumn leaves
Landing on the ground
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow” Helen Keller
Shadow Play in October Part One
The sun in zenith
Standing beneath it
My shadow casting tall
Despite feeling small
The shadows at play
On this October day
Wish I could stay
A while longer
Lucile De Godoy hosting Photo Rehab, The Clinic
Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 40 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 40: Wrap up Photo101 Rehab
Also featured Rantings Of A Third Kind:
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
Rantings Of A Third Kind 