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Photographs have a voice;
Some speak only in whispers.
Some talk in riddles and mazes,
Twisting words with playful vigor.
Some caress the heart and mind,
With the smoothness of their beauty.
Emitting light and emotion,
For beholders to feel and see.
Others torment and horrify,
Encouraging intrigue, or repulsive rejection.
Impacting change or promoting darkness,
Mankind’s shared evil reflections.
They are living, breathing, halted time,
Moments captured and then released.
Singular in nature, paused forever,
Yet to them, they are eternity.
Their messages are remarkable,
Ever changing, through varied interpretations.
Immortal once unleashed and absorbed,
Painting permanence upon human imagination.
The final Two-for-Tuesday prompt for this month is:
Write a realism poem. A poem that is rooted in the real world. Or…
Write a magical poem. A poem that incorporates magical or fantastical elements.
Rising to greet
The dreams in his mind
Awakening him from slumber
Asleep or awake
Draped in fantasy’s luster
Mysteries unfolding slowly
Eyes half opened and
Peering into enchantment
Created in his mind
Appear in connecting fragments
Weaving yesterday’s remembrances
With futuristic anticipations
He’s lifted to woven plains
Where blank pages lie
To offer up spaces
For forethoughts and remains
A paint brush in a child’s hand,
Aspirations without inhibitions.
Slightly directionless, yet intentional,
A joyous display of playful expression.
The feel of the brush in a firm little grasp,
The power to create at hand.
Each stroke births colorful purpose,
Imagination comes to life, bold and grand.
Through the eyes of a child,
Sharing their world.
I see a beauty contained within innocence,
Life filled with hope, and promise to hold.
I pray the colors they choose remain bright,
Selecting from God’s endless palette.
Continuing to create light, hope, and joy,
As they move within life’s canvas.