This week’s poetry challenge was a photo prompt that I assumed would give us all much food for thought.
Never mind all the song references we couldn’t get rid of (Jim Croce: Time in a Bottle) (Sting: Message in a Bottle), etc.
Then, there was the obvious… a bottle on the beach means trash washed up from the ocean. One man’s trash, another man’s treasure!
I must admit… I didn’t think that photo through, or maybe I over thought it!
For me, the bottle in the sand spoke of forbidden love. Empathically, I felt there was a couple somewhere who communicated through clandestine meetings – writing love letters in their blood, left inside the bottle for their partner to find. I sensed one left the other…
Memories ~ Set Adrift
memories of illicit love penned in blood marking time set adrift on azure seas please come back to me
I wanted to try something different this week for my poetry challenge so I shared a photo for poets to use as inspiration for their poems. The last thing I want is for this challenge to seem dull. So, let’s give it a try!
There’s a lot going on in this photo. There’s the porch light shining brightly and a package by the door. Is anybody home?
The bikes outside hint that maybe the kids are upstairs doing homework or getting into other trouble. Parked bikes could also mean that the kids are next door. That means mom and dad might have time some time to spend alone. We know it’s summer – there’s lots of greenery present. Hmmmm…
Who lives here? What are their lives like? Do you see/feel happiness or pain? What is not being said in this photo?
Photo prompts are fun to use in poetry as a way to delve into the feelings that a photo conveys. Experiment with some of the themes you get out of the photo. I’ve used the Senryu form to share some of my themes from above:
The porch light is on welcoming friends to enter yet, no one is home
Muggy summer nights alone with my beloved reclaiming our love
The longer syllabic forms work well with photo prompts too. Here is my submission for this week, a Nonet.
“Home,” # Nonet
As the fringes of darkness descend cicadas sing their summer songs inviting all kith and kin where hearts dwell together wrapped tightly in love dear memories bittersweet send me home