Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again! The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.
“Hello one and all – welcome to the latest edition of One Shoot Sunday. Normally, you would hear me (Chris Galford) wax philosophic here or provide you with an introduction to our latest photographic find. Today, however, we’re simply going to be providing you with a prompt from an old friend of One Stop’s.
You may remember Roger Allen Baut @ChasingTao from the early days of OneShoot (Roger’s One Shoot Interview). If not, you should definitely take a look now. A talented and friendly photographer, he makes his return to One Stop today with something a little more abstract. Look beneath the surface. What speaks to you here? Let your imagination go for this one.”
Accept Today’s Poetry Challenge!
Winter–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley
Winter
that season
stark
cold hard
stripped bare
happy, hope
springs
remembered fondly
woven
created
great vines and twists of leaves
glory
sun soaked, and seduced until
the mind floats off into the sound
the wind making love with leaves
fruits hanging heavy
falling
the golden lushness
the red flames
consume the view
the lust
harvest of summer dreams
greedily
stripped bare
now, harsh wind
a leaf hangs
here or there
steadfast
stubborn clinging
to believe
winter is not bare
winter is not naked
winter is not what is
–elisabeth connelley
Elisa's Spot 
your words are so fluid…nice…hope springs…smiles…and the last 3 lines, tight.
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Laughing here, made me think of duct tape and bondage for a moment!
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Oh, you’re good. And I needed to hear this right now, because it is seventeen freaking degrees outside here this morning!
Your poetry sneaks up, then delivers a sweet sock at the end. At least, the two I’ve read both do. Wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Hope springs… I am hoping Spring soon arrives, it is a bit cool here yet. But, I know Spring is peeking around the corner..
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What if it is all one thing?
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…the mind floats off into the sound…beautiful, capturing that time when the world slowly starts to wake. choice of words is fantastic, a great piece to accompany the awesome photo. Thanks for stopping by today, really enjoyed my visit here 🙂
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Wow!
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Things are not as they appear…a playful and delightfully thought-provoking little series of images, laying out the seasons with a descriptive and engaging voice. Flows smoothly, and entertains the whole way through. Fine work.
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Thank you! I like to have people think.
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beautifully written I thoroughly enjoyed the read, layering the seasons with a compelling narrative, hopefully winter’s done for a while now at least 😉
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Winter contains all of the rest, it would be like removing a spoke from the wheel of life, to wish it gone. It’s taken me ages to appreciate it, and even now, sometimes I value Winter for reminding me not to take the joys of the others for granted.
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Good use of progressive-repetitive lines, and flow. Solid stuff!
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Thank you. I think they, perhaps used me. I shall have to read again to see what the lines did! I simply painted my thoughts out in words as they came.
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Very nice — its amazing how the picture fits into your rendition!
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Thank you for reading.
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A leaf hangs here and there….
Yes. winter is not what is.
Thanks.
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