Sponsored by Workhorse, Lexington Poetry Month is an easy to use
platform for poets to publish and share their work in an attractive
way. The community is supportive and diverse, commenting and
encouraging one another throughout June. Money we raise goes
to maintaining the cost of the website and publishing the yearly
anthology. Our goals are to provide every poet (~150) a copy of
the anthology, lower printing costs, and expand opportunities
offered during Lexington Poetry Month, such as featured readings
and poetry workshops.
I just had an unexpected, delightful revelation…. *facepalm* Moving forward from my jackassery, let’s get to this gorgeous poem, shall we?
Like Michele, I agree with the notion of process/processing. I also appreciate your choice of photo-taking technique. It suits the poem’s mood and feel perfectly. While your children may never fully understand photo processing, there are folks who do know, adore, and appreciate it. It touches the heart with nostalgia and longing that can only subside when one commiserates with another who “gets” it. Remember waiting a week to get those photos back?!?!
The flash timing and the placement of the subjects– both masterful and heartfelt. I believe her eyes fall between hazel and amber/honey colored brown (depending on which eye color description chart you read). The color resonates with the sunset, which seems to be one of her favorite points in the day.
I absolutely love the poem’s intimacy and fleeting nature, and yet, there is a harkening of resilience in the last stanza’s imagery. The light. The way it moves from physical to metaphysical, and transforms itself to encapsulate this adoration the two subjects clearly have for one another– it seems as though it will extend beyond the reaches of time. One can hope, yes?
You’re most welcome, Joseph. Your writing is incredible. You capture moments, feelings, and emotions that are often elusive from the written word. It’s a true gift. How lucky we all are that you share it with us through your written work.
I agree, one month is not enough, but perhaps that’s why the poets return each year and after all this time.
💕 Many thanks. Though, I’m hardly close to a professional. I write nonfiction. Poetry is my weakest area of writing. Honestly. I’m terrified to write it, but this month pushes me to just write something (almost) every day. I need that. I get that here. I get that from this community. I am honored that I get to do that here, with you, too.
love the ‘alchemical reaction’ of this poem!
Thank you, Leah!
Leave it to PoMo to muse a reaction or three 😂
Awesome analysis of this photo in process–with beautiful form. Like the Latin inclusion–adds to this imagery. So captivating.
Thank you, Michelle 💙
Isn’t it grand that “in process” implies the progressive verb tense 😬
And I see what you did there 😉
My children will never understand “processing” photos.
I just had an unexpected, delightful revelation…. *facepalm* Moving forward from my jackassery, let’s get to this gorgeous poem, shall we?
Like Michele, I agree with the notion of process/processing. I also appreciate your choice of photo-taking technique. It suits the poem’s mood and feel perfectly. While your children may never fully understand photo processing, there are folks who do know, adore, and appreciate it. It touches the heart with nostalgia and longing that can only subside when one commiserates with another who “gets” it. Remember waiting a week to get those photos back?!?!
The flash timing and the placement of the subjects– both masterful and heartfelt. I believe her eyes fall between hazel and amber/honey colored brown (depending on which eye color description chart you read). The color resonates with the sunset, which seems to be one of her favorite points in the day.
I absolutely love the poem’s intimacy and fleeting nature, and yet, there is a harkening of resilience in the last stanza’s imagery. The light. The way it moves from physical to metaphysical, and transforms itself to encapsulate this adoration the two subjects clearly have for one another– it seems as though it will extend beyond the reaches of time. One can hope, yes?
I love this. Brilliant work once again.
As ever, I pale in the light of your close reading ☺️
*takes notes before glancing up to you*
Cenote Gold, I like to call them.
It’s not fair that we all get but one month a year.
Thank you, H.
Always.
You’re most welcome, Joseph. Your writing is incredible. You capture moments, feelings, and emotions that are often elusive from the written word. It’s a true gift. How lucky we all are that you share it with us through your written work.
I agree, one month is not enough, but perhaps that’s why the poets return each year and after all this time.
Always.
Phenomenal writing, Joseph. Really.
Thank you. Clearly, it’s mutual.
But then…you’re the professional here *bows*
And yes. I’m sure it’s one reason.
💕 Many thanks. Though, I’m hardly close to a professional. I write nonfiction. Poetry is my weakest area of writing. Honestly. I’m terrified to write it, but this month pushes me to just write something (almost) every day. I need that. I get that here. I get that from this community. I am honored that I get to do that here, with you, too.
Also, cenote gold is the perfect description. Nice.
Well, look at it this way: I write lyric essays but am literally just beginning nonfiction. So maybe we both benefit 😉
That works! 😉
*eyebrows at Cenote Gold. Coming soon to a theater near you*
😊 I’ll be first in line for a ticket, for sure.