Sunday, July 10, 2011

Frozen (a poem)

Photo courtesy of Neil Alexander and One Stop Poetry


Frozen

Beneath cerulean sky
a lone
child
stands
captured
in the shutter
of an eye
pressed
full stop
on the shadows
of an alley
passed by.

One moment
stolen
lost to
past and future
colliding
the child
waits
frozen
forever framed
in the blink
of an eye
unseen.

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Thanks to Glynn over at Faith. Fiction. Friends. I found my way over to One Stop Poetry and their regular Sunday challenge hosted by Dustus and Chris. That was almost a year ago.

Today, is the second to last Sunday Challenge. Do drop in to read the interview with travel photographer, Neil Alexander, and do, give yoruself the gift of wonder by romping through the lush and delicious words writers have on display, prompted by Neil's photograph.

Here's what Dustus and Chris have written in their almost farewell... *On a sad note, next Sunday will be the final time Chris and I will appear on One Stop Poetry. We thank you for your support and participation over these past Sundays. It has been both a privilege and honor getting to know your work. Truly, every one of you have helped to make One Shoot Sunday the amazing experience it has been. Next week is the final one.

~Thank you for your understanding,dustus & chris


It has been a wonder to visit and be inspired and find poetic release and encouragement at One Stop!

18 comments:

Claudia said...

..the child
waits
frozen
forever framed.. when i saw the photo this morning i wondered if i like the child being included or not..somehow it looks like he doesn't belong there and on the other hand makes the pic special...i like how you captured the frozen, forever framed in your poem louise

dustus said...

Tight write, Louise. not a wasted word in your two flowing stanzas. The presence of the child in the pic makes the image so interesting, and your poem does a wonderful job emphasizing that, as well as conveying a loneliness through alone kid. Excellent poetry.

Brian Miller said...

i love how you center on the child...so much going on elsewhere with the lines and angles but in the center a child...it makes the pic...and your verse...

Maureen said...

The blue is so startling in the image and then the eye alights on that tiny bit of green amid the immensity of the buildings. Your use of the word "lost" takes on much more meaning in this context.

S. Etole said...

The child seems so small in relation to his surroundings.

Jinksy said...

For me, the boy highlights the fragility of life versus the apparent permanency of the buildings...

Fireblossom said...

I like this. :-)

Anna said...

I love how you focus on the child... almost unseen in the picture that seems to focus on other angles. A lovely poem, enjoyed this much!

Mama Zen said...

Lovely write!

C Rose said...

This has such a lovely flow, enjoyed the perspective ~ Rose

Lynne said...

What a fantastic opening line.. you set the scene perfectly..
i agree with the others, well written and the boy becomes center stage.
much enjoyed!!

Lynne

Jingle Poetry said...

breath taking piece.
well done.

Glynn said...

I like this. A lot.

Reflections said...

All is relative to the eye as it captures... though he appears small and distant, your imagery brings forth a powerful force in the lone child.

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

Great one!

Ruth said...

I used to try to photograph scenes without people in them, especially while traveling. I have long since come to feel that photos are far more engaging with people in them. This scene is no exception. The interesting thing is that a poem is the same. "No ideas but in things" William Carlos Williams said, and with those things, there must be a human somewhere, which is usually the poet herself. When I read your poem, all I could think of was the many homeless children you encounter. Fascinating.

trisha said...

this one is awesome louise! fantastic.

gautami tripathy said...

Such a beautiful poem...

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