Photograph Prose - Poem 'The Whisperings'

Some of you will have heard of Photograph Prose, but for those that haven't, it is a great web site where images by creative photographers are linked up with prose and poetry submissions.

My poem 'The Whisperings' was linked with a wonderful image by Hazel Suttill, check image & poem out here @

 http://photographprose.com/2011/06/05/whisperings/#comments

Whisperings

Have you heard the whisperings?
The doubts and uncertainties that seep and soak,
visiting at unexpected hours,
like in the dead of night,

or just before you take a chance,

Having a language all their own,
one that charms your ear, in silence and in noise,
leaning to the dark, clawing at belief,
with a subtlety of self,
that fools the pupil it knows best.

A sombre thought indeed, that our biggest critic hides within us all,
who consumes with glee and skill of viciousness,
turning us into mere shadows of ourselves,
by slash of minor beliefs, or pride,
enthusiastic wonders that bring a smile,

Hinting one might achieve,
a small or soft or great,
or even gentle murmuring,
that would gather in arms of strength,
harnessing against the dark whisperings of self.

For revenge of this critic is perhaps the sweetest of them all,
for in it lies the secret of success,
think hard how foolish he or she might seem,
if you were not taken by their spell of doubt,
but rather silenced,

The one most feared,
who knows us far too well and yet not at all.

Visit Photograph Prose HERE  , and have a look at the current images available and see if any of them inspire you to write accompanying words!

 

Photograph Prose - When Newness Fades

Photograph Prose is a lovely new web site, and one that some of you might already be familiar with.  The idea behind it is that prose or poetry pieces are matched with photographs from their current gallery of images, a collaboration of the writer and the photographer.

All you have to do to participate is link into their site and register your details.  Once you are registered, you can view their UP Exhibit and submit a prose piece/poem against an image. 

I sent in a poem earlier this week, (a previous poetry bus one) about older relationships.  You can view it HERE on Photograph Prose.

When newness fades,

and years of being take their toll,

when things that matched,

seem less sure,

perhaps you should discard,

replace, or maybe just renew,

by looking close again,

to see what wasn’t obvious before.

Old patterns fade and fabrics wear,

but shape and form,

a solid base,

can ease together,

and once again embrace.

Poetry Bus Poem - Connections 2

This week's poetry prompt came from the fab TFE, and it was to write about an image from the Photograph Prose Website.  Other bus riders will be found on the TFE site @ http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/

Cheated a little bit this week, as when I checked out the photoprose images, I seen the image of a young baby and it sort of reminded me of the poem I did a couple of weeks back.  Anyhow, I had to change the poem a little, so here is the new version. 

Connections

You are all grown up now,

but I still remember you small,

squashed up little person,

tiny hands that gripped my fingers,

trusting eyes that never questioned.

A bond that followed from the womb,

 ran through each part of me,

and like a lioness protecting her own,

 I breathed you in, kept you close.

We go back to a time before language,

our ancient bond that never faltered,

as I watch and keep you safe,

until the end of time.

http://photographprose.com/2011/02/05/connections/

Photograph Prose Submission - Lost Innocence

Like TFE I seen the weblink (http://www.photographprose.com/) for this exciting idea through the Woman Rule Writer blog.  Anyhow, I was delighted when they accepted my poem  'Lost Innocence' and combined it with an image by Mario Jean, (see link to his website  http://www.madocphoto.com/.  You can critique this poem and other prose submissions on their site, leave a comment or cast a vote!

To see the image that inspired the poem just log on to their site http://photographprose.com/phopro/

Lost Innocence

I see my childhood caught in stone,

the aged-child within my bone.

Her eyes, I see them in black mass,

tinged pupils fleeting  from the past.

I see her sometimes on the street,

or late at night when I do sleep.

That day we all went to the park,

swings and noise and air that swept you up real high,

escaping worlds into the sky.

I didn’t know not even then,

that life would not be that again.

A story told, that always stayed,

of loss that never could replace,

the little girl that I had known.

The eyes, I see them in black mass,

the ones that say, they can’t go back,

to five years old, changed in a day,

to stone, clay innocence,

that flew away.