Wednesday, June 8, 2011

New Image

This is the second in the series that I will be writing to. The first response was fully developed after an invitation to The Language and Place on the Edge Blog Carnival. (You can see the original image and poem below.) My father, the creator of this piece, sent me a few more images.

If this image inspires you, please, feel free to join me. If you can come up with something under 500 words, I'll post it here on 08/01. The image seems to lend itself to poetry. We'll see...

Image by Mark R. Knox 2011



    Gently the rose falls from the hand,
    Goddess of sunlight burns brightly,
    Time moves through eternity,
    Endlessly recycling.

    The Gold light darkens with the night,
    Repeating itself forever,
    Never the same each day new,
    Dawn to dusk, then dawn again.

    With renewal there is a change,
    Ever so slight is the movement,
    No petal or fold the same,
    Ceaseless this circle of life.

    Copyright Marta Moran-Bishop 2011

  2. Beautiful! Marta, I'll post this in August. I look forward to sharing it with the artist as well :)

  3. Thank you Jen. I will look forward to hearing what the artist has to say as well. The beauty of this image creates so many things in my head.

  4. Space, Time, and the Goddess of Sunlight

    An inch of space and time reserved for each individual's ponderings. Words, a first breath of knowing sighs reach the soft neck of understanding, to live in the curve of soft tissue until the cathedral of harmony settles in the ear of every attentive soul.

    R. E. Smith Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved

  5. Beautiful, R.E. Thank you for contributing. "sighs reach the soft neck of understanding," - so, so lovely.


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