Triumph

piercing cold decay              
triumphantly emerging
vigor springs forth fresh

liquid moves fluid
freed from frozen slumber deep
awaiting spring's green

Copyright ©2015 Terry Boswell

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I took these photographs earlier today walking in my yard and down the road. A few flurries fell, but most of the snow has gone liquid and a few green sprouts have pushed up. The triumph of spring has begun!

This my response to the last prompt for Photography 101, “triumph.”

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Pop Of Color?

Muddy,
     melting,
          dreary 
               wetness
punctuated
         by 
       a
           pecking,
                   poking       jab 
                                 of red.

copyright ©2015 Terry Boswell

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This post is in response to the Photography 101 prompt “Pop of Color.”

Here in New York State’s Hudson Valley there’s not much color popping this time of year. Even the fire hydrant across the street from my home looks drab, so once again I’ve relied on my neighbor’s chickens to help me respond to a Photography 101 prompt!

Winter Warming

Sun warms lengthening days.
Soiled snow liquefies.
Buddha emerges
from the
freeze.

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Buddha in dirty melting snow.

This week the Buddha in my backyard, covered with snow until a few days ago, made his spring début amidst mud, and melt, and a winters worth of sunflower seed hulls scattered from the feeders.

In response to the Photography 101 prompt, “warmth.”

One Word Photo Challenge: Teal

Tranquil dark lake,

still mirror, reflects and floats

leaf, twig and water lily.

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Lily pads and fall reflected in water.
Lily pads and fall reflected in water.
Lily pads and fall reflected in water.

I included this image cropped three different ways. I like the first version best because it excludes areas that were overexposed, in the branches, red tree, and rocks, shown in the second version. I also like the abstract quality of the first photo. The way the image is blurred where the water is disturbed, at the top of the photo, and then progresses to clarity where the water is smooth and still lower down, adds interest to the composition that the third version lacks.

Which version do you prefer?

This post is my response to the One Word Photo Challenge: Teal. Thank you Jennifer for the challenge!

It’s also my response to the Photography 101 prompt: Experiment with Composition.

And it’s my fourth post in the Five Days Challenge. I was invited by Amy, from Snapshots, Snippets And Scribbles to participate in the challenge, and for each of the five days I’m supposed to invite one person.

Today I’m inviting Terri from The Beespeak… If you would like to participate, post a photo every day for five days and write a story to go along with each photo. I’ve written a haiku for today, but your stories can be fiction or non-fiction. They can be short paragraphs, multiple pages, or poems. Each day, please invite one person to carry on the challenge. The challenge is not mandatory and can be refused. I hope you accept and have fun!

Solitude

Gell, sea, sand, snow
Long Island sound, Sherwood Island State Park, Connecticut, 2015.

A solitary gull
gliding upon nature’s breath,
small but significant,
animates the stillness of
snow, sky, sea and earth.

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In response to the Photography 101 prompt, “solitude.”

This is also my third post in the Five days challenge. I was invited by Amy, from Snapshots, Snippets and Scribbles to participate in the Five Days Challenge, asked to post five photos, one per day for five days, and to write a story to go with each photo. For each day that we post we are supposed to invite one person to participate.

Today I’m inviting Terri from Perspectives On…. If you would like to participate, post a photo every day for five days and write a story to go along with each photo. Your story can be fiction or non-fiction. It can be a short paragraph, a page, or a poem. Each day, please select one person to carry on the challenge. The challenge is not mandatory and can be refused. I hope you accept and have fun!

Writing 201: Future

“Day 10 has arrived: let’s end the course with a bang. Sonnets, chiasmus, the future — en garde!”

The poetry prompt for the final day of Writing 201 is “the future.”
The form is the “Sonnet.”
The device is “chiasmus.”

(Click on the link above for the full assignment explanation.)

Cairns, Block Island, 2011
throughout history cairns, stacks of stones, have been built for navigation and as monuments or spiritual offerings.

Past Halfway Through

Looking at my life, now past halfway through,
will the future take me, or will I take the future?
At a younger age, more naive, I thought I knew.
Older now, but not yet old, I find myself unsure.
Is it better to clutch aspirations and dreams,
or hold a plan in hand, undeterred, yet gently.
Cradled, nurtured, unfolding. How recently, it seems,
have I begun to fly with expanded wings intently.

A “mature” woman in the land of the free and the home address
of youth, I concede uncertainty seems most certainly certain.
Defined by family, cast as best supporting actress,
I gather my own self and proceed toward the final curtain.
My action resolute, a sense of independence growing,
yet, I accept the unknown as life’s living showing.

Copyright © 2015 Terry Boswell

These past two weeks, participating in the WordPress Writing 201: Poetry workshop have been a lot of fun, but challenging as well. The event nudged me out of my comfort zone and required considerable effort. I wrote and rewrote into the wee hours more than a few times to wrestle with the daily prompt, form, and device.

I have never considered myself a writer, but after this workshop I feel I can consider writing, writing more frequently, and perhaps with more ease.

Thank you Ben Huberman and Denise Williams for all your effort, and thank you to all the workshop participants who were so supportive with comments, follows, and likes!

Writing 201: Landscape

“Day 9. That can only mean one thing: let’s make a list. With a pair of scissors and a map.”

The poetry prompt for day nine of Writing 201 is “landscape.”
The form is “found poetry.”
The device is “enumeratio.”
(Click on the link above for the full assignment explanation.)

I chose to “find” my poetry in the pages of a local newspaper. It became quite a challenge to find words descriptive of landscape among the ads for used cars, retail sales and plumbing repair. Thank goodness there was one garden center ad and another for a local ski area!

All in all, this was another chance at a little silly fun with words in a visual way, as was the concrete poetry assignment of last week.

…and… I got to play with a glue stick, bits of paper, and an old paper bag. I’m easily amused!

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Celebrating the last days of winter,
come out, the chill is still on!
Another awesome winter of the best snow play!
(Warmest thanks for the polar plunge.)
Yet winter’s grip loosens with upcoming spring.
Look, the snow starts again, but now slow.
It’s time, time to change,
begin anew,
refresh,
preview.
Now is the time to plan for spring.
Earth’s renewal day!

Words and images by Terry Boswell
Copyright © 2015 Terry Boswell

Writing 201: Drawer

“What’s in your drawer? Let’s praise it (to its face) with odes and apostrophes. Hello, Day 8!”

The poetry prompt for day eight of Writing 201 is “drawers.”
The form is “ode.”
The device is “apostrophe.”

 

Closets and Drawers

china closet

Oh, closets and drawers,

many years you’ve accommodated
me

s  p  a  t  o  u  s  l  y  ,

but for more than a decade

I’ve taxed you to your limits.

Spilling your contents into the floor below

and filling up under the eaves of our home.

Through

hospitalization,
home renovation,
mold remediation,
illness,
a business upheaval,
and more …

Through death,

of this one,
then that one,
then another,

over six family members exiting, at a near yearly rate,

and add to that a few friends gone.

Mementoes,
documents,
papers,
accumulation,

life’s left-behinds to process and file.

You hid away what I couldn’t bear,

and enveloped what I needed to store.

And when somewhere in mid-life,

life went awry

with burdens beyond my capability or control,

you absorbed and hid the

overflow,
inability,
the chaos,
confusion
and pain.

And when trying to give what I didn’t have,

indispensable to others,

lost to myself,

closets and drawers, you filled to the brim,

tucking anguish and turmoil in to dark corners,

unaware you can’t hold and absorb

every thing

for every body,

all     for   all ,

without

the bottom

 

dropping

 

 

out.

 

You can’t cram-pack in space already filled,

‘though guilt will say that you should.

And you’re not unkind or terribly deficient.

You can only hold so much, and no more.

 

Closets and drawers, now I pare down your contents

and you, forgiving, relieved, let go

hidden remnants,
memories,
trauma,
pain.

Making room for space in the heart,

clarity, and vision,

because,

really,

 

what do I want left

when I’m gone?

 

Words and pictures by Terry Boswell
Copyright © 2015 Terry Boswell