You could, of course, take a portrait:
everyone on the cabin porch,
stiff and uncomfortable, smiles forced.
If the angle’s wide enough, you’ll
capture the backdrop: trees about
to bloom, jay bird waiting for crumbs.
Or you could try a landscape:
flat wall of flat gray clouds.
When you show it to your friends,
be sure to describe the obscured
valley – hills rolling into forever,
snow capped and serene.
When night falls, open your
aperture wide as the hillside
and capture the moon as she rises.
Leave the shutter open all night
as the clouds swallow up the
moon and release her.
If you’re a minimalist, shoot
for the tiny details: snow piled
three inches high on the picnic
table, flapjacks stacked even
higher. Be sure to capture
the glint of sun against ice.
But if you must capture the
trip with a single frame: take
a picture of a sleeping bag.
Focus on the small lump at the
foot, which just might be the
curled figure of a hibernating child.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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3 comments:
there's something about these three poems together that flows really nicely. the styles, the continuity within difference (form, images, sonority) - i like the triptych.
and "as the clouds swallow up the
moon and release her" made me sit very still and close my eyes and wander for a moment. did i just miss the PNW? i might have.
thanks.
I am so glad that you are doing this. These are so great, and I love that someone other than me is keeping a record. And you know how much I love a well turned phrase.
It's funny that romy and kathy both liked the clouds swallowing up the moon, bit. I tried really hard to cut those three lines but they wouldn't go away. who knew they'd be so popular?
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