saturn's rings
are little things,
torn apart
by too much
gravity perhaps.
no levity would
help, i fear.
sometimes
it is like
that here.
love and laughter
sometimes coincide.
and when they do,
magic may happen.
stuff like love
and floral bouquets
can be storied,
stories unto
themselves.
we dare not ask;
we do not really
want to know.
saturn's rings
are little things,
torn apart
by too much
gravity perhaps.
I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there.
Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday.
I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, maybe what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic.
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8 thoughts on “Bouquet 7”
Gosh this poem evokes such a bouquet of feelings and memories for me, Murray! when I was eight or nine (last millennium, in the swinging sixties) I decided to start a fund so I could go to Uranus, although I didn’t know that – like Saturn – it has rings to navigate past.
My mum donated two sixpences (old currency in UK) and I matched that with two pennies.
Later she accused me (amusedly of course) of absconding with the money. To this day I don’t know where it went … I only reached Uranus through literature and day-dreaming.
Thank you for sharing all these thoughts writingpresence. It appears that this poem was wildly successful in communicating with you. That is very pleasing.
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Gosh this poem evokes such a bouquet of feelings and memories for me, Murray! when I was eight or nine (last millennium, in the swinging sixties) I decided to start a fund so I could go to Uranus, although I didn’t know that – like Saturn – it has rings to navigate past.
My mum donated two sixpences (old currency in UK) and I matched that with two pennies.
Later she accused me (amusedly of course) of absconding with the money. To this day I don’t know where it went … I only reached Uranus through literature and day-dreaming.
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Thank you for sharing all these thoughts writingpresence. It appears that this poem was wildly successful in communicating with you. That is very pleasing.
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Superbly evoked
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Thank you again for the kind words d.a.!
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You’re very welcome
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Loved it 💖
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Thank you Laughing_Soul!
Where I live, spring is sneaking up on us, a time for love and laughter.
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