Crossroads flickr photo by Rodney Campbell shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-ND) license
Random Access Poetry: Day Ten
Daydreaming
of circles in the
sky, of stars in my
mind, of roots
underground —
where the Milky
Way meets the tree,
that’s the place
where you’ll find me
Peace (along branches),
Kevin
PS — this photo was discovered with Big Blue Labs Random Photo Browser
A few things I’ve left in different places ..
for DS106
For Simon via CLMOOC
for Kim via CLMOOC and Poetry Month
For and with Algot and Wendy via CLMOOC
I leave a lot of poems around. Some get lost. Some get found.
Peace (in lines and rhymes),
Kevin
Random Access Poetry: Day Nine
The view from here
is always unclear, obscured
as it is by time, light
and aperture
Years later, we’ll recall
the odd intersections
between the believing
and dreaming
where the faded light
asked us to stop,
and here we are all,
years later, halted
Peace (in memory),
Kevin
PS — Thanks to Bud Hunt for his daily image sharing for inspiring poetry. This poem is from this photo at this post.
Ambiente-22 flickr photo by rafaelnepo shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC) license
Random Access Poetry: Day Eight
to notice
the sound
one must
slow down
to imagine
the arc
and flow
of the highs
and lows
an ambient
dream
Peace (eyes closed, listening),
Kevin
PS — Thanks to John Johnston for his FlickrCC Stampr search engine for finding images for inspiration. Give it a try.
Photos flickr photo by GDJVJ shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-ND) license
Random Access Poetry: Day Seven
When I do remember,
I forget to say, how,
that same day, we
both lost touch with
whatever small innocence
we had, now long gone
buried away, deep ’til today
when you asked me whether
I ever remember to forget:
I do, for like you,
I am always a step inside
faint echoes of yesterday
Peace (remembering),
Kevin
PS — this poem was inspired by the new random Flickr prompter set up by John Johnston, and you can write your poem right there with others, too. Each day is a new image.
A Bluebell and some Daffs flickr photo by Duck 1966 shared into the public domain using Creative Commons Public Domain Dedication (CC0)
Updated Note: the image that inspired this poem was not a Creative Commons image, so I asked permission from the photographer to share it. This link will bring you to the photograph and photographer, who worked to make the photo embeddable. I offer my gratitude to you, David. Thank you. — Kevin
Random Access Poetry: Day Six
The thing about poems
is they stop time, cold,
in its tracks —
Looking back, a poet
with pen tries to find
the lost words
they heard in the lilt of
a voice, the whisper in
the ear
now they only hear
the stalled train on tracks and
remember the flowers
Peace (along the rails),
Kevin
PS — I found the photo through the use of Alan Levine’s random search tool for Flickr
Photo by: Miradortigre : under a Creative Commons (BY-NC) license https://flic.kr/p/Eka5vp
Photo by Rolf Dietrich Brecher : under a Creative Commons (BY-SA) license https://flic.kr/p/WUUcua
Random Access Poetry: Day Five
We never seem to lean in
to appreciate the view
of others
All we know is where we are,
blinders of our fathers
and mothers
Imagine a microscope
secured to your eyes, focused
on the small
The expanded perspective,
intersected movements,
the unseen sprawl
Peace (looking large and small),
Kevin
PS — this image came from John Johnston’s photo blend tool at http://johnjohnston.info/oddsandends/flickrRandom/
sadness flickr photo by Ernst Rosca shared under a Creative Commons (BY) license
Random Access Poetry Day Four
The world can seem
made as merely shadows,
light filtered in with
flickers of hope
From afar, you seem ajar,
as if the darkness
might engulf you
but where wonder and
compassion and friendship
rest in reflection
the morning arrives with
the rising sun, and even
the waves sing love for
the lonely ones
Peace (in the light),
Kevin
PS — thanks to Bud for the image this morning
Photo via https://www.flickr.com/photos/axle81401/47468866362/ by Alex Luyckz
Random Access Poetry Day Three
Like composing words
about the act of writing,
my camera snaps a picture
of the picture,
time now layered
as lightning strikes
along the chemical
edge of film, framed
in meta and rolling along
the handheld assembly line
into your fingertips,
your smudges as shadows
on memories
Peace (snapshots),
Kevin
