“One Stop Poetry Challenge – the Photography of Fee Easton
Today we welcome back no stranger to One Shoot Sunday. UK photographer Fee Easton was featured back in March. Her interview with Chris G. and picture prompt challenge for that day proved very inspiring to many of us.
Since talking to her via Twitter, she has offered her work to our community to allow poets a greater choice for poetic creation, thus presenting a challenge from which participants may choose from five of her amazing photographs.”
One Stop, Challenge Time!
Option 4
Option 4 One Shoot Sunday May 15, 2011--by Fee Easton
The Door
Rusted metal
Arrested function
Pistons heat frozen
Viscosity
Erected long ago
Sluggish
Remembrance
Fleck
Fire
Flame
Into form
Blazoned
Hot breath
Shimmering through
Old creases
Drop
Moist
The old man’s eye
Trained, placed against that old tree
Settle back
Creaky chair by the porch
Gazing
At the door
–elisabeth connelley
Elisa's Spot 
this has a delicious flow elisabeth…and love that you take your time getting to the man…great textures to this piece…
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Brian mentions the flow, and I agree it has staccato fluidity in short lines hinting at many layers from mechanical to human. Excellent challenge response!
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i agree with adam on the staccato fluidity – it feels a bit like a well ending up in the sea when you come to the man..nice!
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I like how you chose words with such care and placed them in just the right position for maximum impact.
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Collection of dispersed words takes through different layers of a scenario. Nice one.
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fleck, fire, flame into form..-great writing. love your care in diction
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Nicely constructed, good reach for unique imagery in this poem– very evocative! xxxj
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Nice flow! Lovely !
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You paint a picture of aging, the old man and his surroundings. Very effective poetry, Elizabeth.
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I love how you have journeyed forth to find the man, standing, the allure is beauty, the response infinity…
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At the door with you, Elisa, and peering at that pirate fellow and trying not to get into any tangles.
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Now all I can think about is how damp and drippy that eyepatch probably is.
Effective poem.
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Thank you all for reading and sharing! I sat on my fingers to prevent myself from directing thinking about what I wrote.
The poem involves many levels about aging, particularly with males. The first idea and story line involves the type of person that tends to horde things, as the things trigger fond memories and sharing of history. Think of the yard strewn with old and rusting objects. This man had a love of cars, and all that remains(ed) is one rusty door propped against a tree in his yard. But, that one door, is a doorway to his heyday, still present not just memory, but the clinging to the door.
The second idea merges male virility and expression through cars and other such things. It’s a story of impotence and rare moments of memory that seem to cause the ‘plumbing’ to work and ecstatic joy over one twitch of arousal and one drop of damp awakening, so amazing as to even bring a tear of joy to the man’s eye. I like to build erotic ideas inside of the normal and mundane. Each reader will see it or not, based upon how they look upon life, and decode messages–face value, or underneath.
Our elders have so many amazing things to share with us. How to enjoy and to cherish and the why are some of them.
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big like! – thanks .
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