Welcome to our 39th Poetry Party!
I select an image and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your poems or other reflections. Add them in the comments section and a link to your blog (if you have one). Make sure to check the comments for new poems added and I encourage you to leave encouraging comments for each other either here or at the poet’s own blog.
Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog if you have one and encourage others to come join the party! (permission is granted to reprint the image if a link is provided back to this post)
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Poetry Party Theme: Moments
Art and poetry are essentially about savoring a moment in time, looking and listening closely and breaking open its gifts and basking in its wonder. Last week I posted a few words and a video link about the moments that make up our lives.
I took this photo at the beach last week. I love this woman’s pensive look, I wonder what her experience is of this moment in time. Is she fully present to the beauty before her? Is she dreaming of the future? Is she contemplating the past? For this week’s Poetry Party I invite you to write a poem about a moment in time. It could be something entirely ordinary that when tended reveals something sacred.
© Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts:
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27 Responses
“In the Moment”
hey kids
I’m “in the moment”
my old lips
freshly lovingly applied
with l’Oreal’s coral gloss
grip
like a lipsticked worm
my pure white filter tip
I inhale deeply
good good smoke
fills my lungs
pours out my smile
I’m just like you
flawed
beautiful
and I know it
Dedicated to the smoking hot beautiful old lady in the video
I posted a late entry on Friday if you care to take a look.
A MOMENT’S THOUGHT
a pensive moment
stirred up by thoughts
of you drifting by on
a cloudy day
a flash of your
laugh as you ate
strawberry shortcake
celebrating life
your lips pursed as
you plucked at them
while confronting
challenge freely
your arms and legs
as they whittled
away to nothing
fighting a losing battle
all of this in caught
in a circle of light
the tilt of my daughter’s head
with curls so like yours
the battle won
in the grace of a new
creation that
echoes of you
© 2009, T. Stewart
Touched
“Look”, she breathed.
Framed perfectly
by land and tree in black silhoutte.
Fire sinking to meet it’s own illuminated pathway across the ocean.
A moment where time and eternity intertwined.
ON A LOG
The woman with white hair
sits at the edge of the woods
contemplating green, contemplating
not-green.
The leaves of summer
are fallen onto the dry twigs of winter.
She is toward becoming a twig,
becoming winter.
Even though this was written for Inauguration Day, I have also realized that it could apply to other moments of life – like a wedding day.
Inauguration Day 2009
There is a moment, sometimes,
that clearly separates
the memory laden past
from the unknowable future.
This is the space for imagining
all that could be
with one who calls out
the best in us.
It is a shining moment
that gathers the light
and all our attention,
a triumph, not to be seen again.
We hold our breath,
keeping the treasure in our grasp,
just a bit longer,
not wanting to lose its luster.
Inspiration is in the air
and gratitude
that the long, unyielding road
has led to this day, this moment,
When one young man
gives us every reason
to believe again
that yes,
yes, we can.
Hi Christine et al–
I thought I submitted something but I guess I didn’t. It was a poem-on-the-spot, but it was something like this:
The turning point
is a moment
when responsibility for
turns to responsibility to
and we are whole.
No past
No future
only present possibilities
in which past and future
are cleansed and readied.