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Looking Down on Things

My favorite thing to do is to look down, Cee!  Thanks for this prompt.

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/02/21/cees-fun-foto-challenge-looking-down-at-things/

Fellow Yellows

 

 

The Yellow Dress

When she wears it, worlds collide.
Men collect on either side.
Women seek her company.
Children seek to grace her knee.

Potentates, senators, kings
bring her necklaces and rings.
Scholars write her name in books.
Jealous women exchange looks.

There is hardly anything
that nature does not seek to bring.
Winds blow harder, streams divert
when she wears that saffron skirt.

The very heavens note where she went.
Tsunamis curl, volcanoes vent.
Soldiers line up to parade.
Mimes begin their mute charade.

Actors emote better to
this goddess in her sunny hue.
Mourning doves just bill and coo.
Old boyfriends seek her out anew.

Yet as she stands before her glass,
surveying both her front and ass,
her mate says, “Are you wearing that?”
and she surmises she looks too fat.

As she changes into basic black,
the lava cools, the seas hold back.
Her suitors cease their clamoring press.
She does not wear the yellow dress.

 

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/11/cees-fun-foto-challenge-yellows/

Painting with Photos: Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, 2016, Week 9

 

                                                              Painting with Photos

Sometimes when I have a photograph I really can’t use, either because of the subject or the aesthetics, I Just play around with the editing tools.  In this case, I came up with two abstract paintings gleaned from the plume and the gills of a roosterfish that a fisherman had left lying on the beach.

(Click on the first photo to enlarge all photos, then click on arrows to see all.)

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 9

Cees Black and White Photo Challenge, Sepia

Sepia

 This fish and the other objects in the first picture were found in exactly this position on the beach. I was fascinated by the beauty of the arrangement and the details of the fish that was not a fisherman’s catch but had obviously died either before or after it washed ashore.

(Click on first picture and then on arrows to enlarge photos and view gallery.)

http://ceenphotography.com/2016/02/25/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-sepia-tones-only/

After Fifteen Years

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After 15 Years

Your memory                                                   cuts so sharply
through my dream’s beginning that I wake,
gasping like a fish on the sand
left by some fisherman
too intent upon his next catch
to end it cleanly.

In its tight skin,
I gasp for air,
rise as it cannot rise
and like you cannot rise
out to that night sea air
which is the only coolness
in a month of burned days.

My memory, curving round,
pulls in the memory of you
like gills seeking to understand
the waterless air.

Landed by some bigger fisherman
whose bait you couldn’t resist,
“Oh,” you said, just “Oh,”
before you took the hook,
slipping from my grasp
as I held on, held on,
let go.