Between the blinks

The moon is playing

Ultimatums with the brain…

 Smoking and portraying

Her cinder clouds again…

I lay smiling

On the tapestry of the blueberry forests…

Softest clouds rhyming

With the sky’s best florists

So that eyes could witness

This world’s daily rebirth…

With incredible stillness

A new life is served…

 

Author's Note

Incredible artwork by the 16 year photographer David Uzochukwu

Reviews

[Border]

Very apt selection of words. Not a word more, not a word less. Just perfect. Best line that i liked " Sky's best florist".
Fantastic photographs to accompany this master-piece poem.

The thoracic vertebrae and the scapula are so visible in the photo, it is sheer beauty.
A classic symphony of the PEN and CAMERA.
Great going, keep it up.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much B, you are very kind :)

[Saddam]

Skilled write again.
Here's a rain and shower make me pleasant.
Great one friend.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the sweetness my dear.

[Emily]

Love the way you started it!
Keep it up!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)

[Sir Harold Chesterhill ..]

Just simply superb to no degree! Superb! Bravo! It reminds me of a time whilst I was on a particularly devious excursion to Kairouan in French Tunisia. I was giving a local chap the most gentle of a horsewhipping as it was Sunday, the Lord's day, when a most interesting spectacle caught my eye. High in the Saharan sky was a small dot of a person, so far up that ascertaining the identity would not be easy, no sir! Then, I realized that it was, in fact, my own body that was floating high above. At once, I notified the local scientific and social and scientific institutions to discuss the best method to bring my body to the earth once again. So there we were, Ol' Bean, all of us equipped with looking glasses, gazing upward in an effort to relocate my body in the sky. After nearly three hours of this, we discovered a piece of dust upon the lens of the one of the looking glasses and realized we had all been fools! Fortunately, I take my ether these days on a serviette in my sitting room in the accompaniment of my maidservants! Bully!

Sir Harold Chesterhill of Hereford
(Dictated but not read)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the wonderful review Sir :)

[Bare trees]

One of the best poems I've read all week. Brilliant.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)

[B]

I love the poem
and the photos
the process of rebirth is essential on a journey to a better life

A liberating write

[Ana B.]

I'm glad you enjoyed, thank you :)

[Chris]

I agree about the photography - its compositions and renderings... the bottom one in particular.


I do see different images within your words... but that is what poetry is about.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by Chris. Indeed, poetry is a multi-door thing :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Beautiful pictures you write in your poem. Liked it very much. Photographs are marvelous too. :) Rudi

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear Rudi :)

[BlueZan]

Wonderful imagery and fantastic usage of words...I quite enjoyed this piece, in fact I have read it more than once! Thank you for sharing. And the photographs are stunning, I'll be looking up the name you credited because I need more!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much BZ :)

[sinNsincerity]

A lovely write, showing the greatly under appreciated moments that are happening all around us.
Only if we would take a moment more often and just gaze and soak up the beauty that the world offers us.
Amazing write Ana!

[Ana B.]

Thanke you dear SiS!

[Valerie]

The poem and the photographs are stunning! Such beautiful, beautiful imagery!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Valerie :)