Showing posts with label photopoem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photopoem. Show all posts
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Green Fire: a photopoem
Green Fire: a photo poem.... a digitally manipulated image taken with my iPhone.
My son, at 4 years, describing a scribble drawing, said, 'It's green fire: there's some in your life; there's some in mine.' He knew. (He's 24 now, but some things you never forget.)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Dream Photograph
This is like a dream I once had. Maybe it is the dream that waited for you to photograph it.
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photo, Shadows in the Backyard, by Olli Kekäläinen.
Earth Angel
a massive earth angel, aloft,
sky swooping to earth
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photo, Learning to Fly, by Olli Kekäläinen, one of my favourite photographers on Flickr
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tea Ceremony
Tea Ceremony, 10"x7¾", 25.5x19cm, coloured India inks, pencils on archival unbleached paper.
Earlier versions: ink drawing; mid-way.
Tea Ceremony
The grace in living,
teapot, tea leaves, steeping.
She bends to pour.
When the waters
washed away the homes.
Clotted blood
of his wounds.
Petals floating on dirges.
Yet laughter of lovers,
her heart of memory.
Landscapes of green
move through us.
Comfort of the gentle
and exact tea ceremony.
Love is everything
the great artist sings.
©Brenda Clews, 2009
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