For Lens Artist Challenge prompt: Reflections
Bird Bath
You bask in the sun as you crane to inspect
that bird in the water, demanding respect.
How odd that he has not one thing to say
and as you caw your challenge, doesn’t fly away.
When you bob your head at him, he bobs at you.
He’s an image of everything you choose to do.
Then, Mr. Raven, as you fly away,
So too does the other decide not to stay.
Just as you stage your sudden defection,
flying away with you is your reflection.
The One Word Sunday prompt is reflection.
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Obviously, I got a bit carried away again, but I did cull out some. After you’ve looked at these photos, don’t miss Cee’s Shadows and Reflections in the link below.
For CBWC, Shadows and Reflections, don’t miss Cee’s photos HERE.
It all started with the shadow of my watch. For some reason, it intrigued me, but I didn’t think I’d ever find a place to use it. Next came Cee’s CFFC prompt and “Zing!” Had to add some companions as well, however. Thanks, Cee.
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Bird Bath
You bask in the sun as you crane to inspect
that bird in the water, demanding respect.
How odd that he has not one thing to say
and as you caw your challenge, doesn’t fly away.
When you bob your head at him, he bobs at you.
He’s an image of everything you choose to do.
Then, Mr. Raven, as you fly away,
So too does the other decide not to stay.
Just as you stage your sudden defection,
flying away with you is your reflection.
I think I was 12 or 13 when this was taken, playing dress-up in my older sister’s dress!
Reflections
I do not seek out mirrors, for I don’t like what I see.
That pudgy older woman barely resembles me.
I prefer reflection of the memory kind,
rooting around within my brain to see what I can find.
Old lovers all hang out there, frozen as they were,
and when I break into their worlds, I create quite a stir,
for I am as I was as well, less inches ’round my waist,
my hair much longer and my skirt length much more to their taste.
I’m thinking just how fortunate it is that we should meet,
both of us together on this familiar street.
What are the chances we’d be here at the selfsame time––
drawn in from our different lives to join here in this rhyme?
Then of course I realize it is by my orchestration
rather than a miracle of synchronization.
At first, our talk is shallow, our conversation bland.
What causes a big flurry is when he takes my hand.
It’s then that I remember what it is I miss.
It’s not the conversation, but rather it’s that kiss
that sent my senses spinning off to some future land
where I imagined he would ask my father for my hand.
But when that event came for real, that time for plans and rings,
I found my mind was turning to many other things.
College and then travel to many foreign strands—
things that wouldn’t happen if we wore wedding bands.
So we parted directions—off to different lives,
adventures with different spouses, children with different wives.
Building separate futures that led us both to this:
to fifty years thereafter and that same remembered kiss!
Written for these three prompts:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/24/rdp-54-reflection/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/fortunate-july-25-2018/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/25/fowc-with-fandango-shallow/
Sunday Light
(Please Click on first picture to enlarge photos and view gallery.)
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2016/02/21/black-white-sunday-light/
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