I like to write poems. I like to take photographs. Sometimes I take photos of things.
Here’s one, with an accompanying poem. I don’t normally write poems about things, but for my photos I can make an exception.
Cheers
Steve 🙂
Bowl. A poem.
Crusted and crinkled,
your contours and skin
are wrinkles in time,
shaped and subsumed
in ornamental bliss:
a life beyond death.
I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.
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Okay. Wow. So, before I scrolled down. I just looked at the photo for a few moments. Really looked at, like you do when you’re taking in art. What is this that I’m looking at? Obviously wood. Then the curves. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s a bowl from a burl or something similar. Then I scrolled down and read the poem. Perfect! I love that. New life after death. Very good, Steve. What I also like is that it is YOUR photo that inspired the poem. Not the typical WP or IG thing I see. So good. More?!
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Thanks, Tara! You’re right, it’s a bowl created from a burl (by an astounding Australian wood craftsman who sells them online – http://www.oztimbertreasures.com.au/). My Mum bought this bowl and asked for some photos of it. Amazing textures!
I’ve got a few other ‘things’ poems lined up, based on photos I’ve taken. I’ll put out one a week (I write a lot of poems and other stuff, so I have to find a spot for everything lol). Glad you liked it! 🙂
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Awesome! Looking forward to more.
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