Rusty
Spiral
Curling outward
Metal against glass
Throwback to a bygone era
When car windows were rolled down by hand
To better smell the wildflowers on a warm summer night lit with fireflies
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #95: Creativity
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I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path.
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July 16, 2017 at 7:57 am
Beautiful! Brilliant!
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July 16, 2017 at 9:10 am
Thank you Siegling!
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July 16, 2017 at 1:47 pm
You’ve captured such beauty in the mundane, Christy. Wonderful, creative eye to have noticed the rusty spiral as a photographic gem. Loved your poetry, also. ❤
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July 16, 2017 at 1:48 pm
Thank you so much Olga!
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July 17, 2017 at 1:05 pm
I love it. Sorry – can’t think of anything better to say!
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July 17, 2017 at 1:07 pm
Thank you! The fact that you took the time for an “I love it” is perfect and greatly appreciated.
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July 17, 2017 at 1:12 pm
Well, it’s deserved. 🙂 I wish I could see patterns with such clarity around me.
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July 17, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Did you notice the number of words in the poem?
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July 17, 2017 at 1:24 pm
No, because I’m an idiot!
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July 17, 2017 at 1:25 pm
Makes it even better of course… 🙂
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July 17, 2017 at 1:28 pm
First, you are not an idiot. I don’t think anyone else noticed either except maybe Siegling. Second, I mentioned it because you have a penchant for patterns. I thought about tagging it as a Fibonacci poem (as a new structure) much like an elfji but figured it would lead to confusion.
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July 17, 2017 at 1:29 pm
Thank you, you are kind. I didn’t go very far with it though. This is the kind of poem that would be fun as a group project. Each poet having to add more and more. It would be a novel in no time and one very long sentence.
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July 17, 2017 at 2:05 pm
‘A penchant for patterns’ – I wish! But do continue to think so. 🙂 I’m doing my best to live up to it.
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July 18, 2017 at 11:42 am
<smile> I love this image — the subject and framing are both something I might’ve shot myself. 😉
And, Arwen, I didn’t notice either. But it is brilliant. =)
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July 18, 2017 at 1:41 pm
Thank you Patrick!
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July 19, 2017 at 9:17 pm
Both the photo and poem nicely done. Sometimes nostalgia is warranted.
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July 19, 2017 at 9:23 pm
Thank you alongtheinterstice!
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July 25, 2017 at 6:57 am
i really like the line
“Throwback to a bygone era
When car windows were rolled down by hand”
well penned, keep’em coming dancing echos.
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July 25, 2017 at 7:00 am
Why thank you Zaroffblog
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