Every voyage begins with a ship and the passion for adventure.
I lay on the bed and what do I see,
A Cheshire cat smiling down at me.
A grin full of mischief,
An eye full of cunning.
Does he really think I find him stunning?
A blink of my eye, a shake of the head
I turn myself over, feeling nothing but dread.
I pray and I hope, for I’ve been here before.
I wish he was gone since he makes my eyes sore.
Yet, there he sits, perched high on the shelf,
Appearing to be extremely fond of himself.
“What do you want now?” I plead as I cry.
“Why nothing my dear.” Is all he replies.
“I’m not in the mood. I don’t wish to play.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m having a bad day.”
“That’s really too bad, I mean you no harm.”
“You’re such a lovely girl; so full of charm.”
I turn my back and begin to pray
That he just disappears or fades away.
How long he remained, I do not know
For when I awoke, there was nothing but shadow.
I glanced at the perch and all that remained
Was the swish of a tail and a grin that waned.
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As I sat gazing at pictures for this site, I started thinking about the clichés relating to photographs and writing. “A picture paints a thousand words.” So the quote goes. However, has anyone ever counted how many words have actually been written or spoken about a single picture? I know I haven’t and I don’t plan on doing so any time soon, if ever. How can it be said only a thousand words? Why not five thousand or five hundred? How can there be a limit set? Your guess is as good as mine.
Many of us know the origin of this quote…and it had absolutely nothing to do with a picture as such. It was coined in 1921 as a way of expressing the effectiveness of using graphics in advertising. How very corporate! Interestingly enough, it had actually evolved and grown into the rather simple meaning of looking at a picture accomplishes the same thing as writing about it. Maybe. Maybe not.
It’s true that pictures tell a story, but exactly how much of the story? A picture (or photo) is a static entity – taken at one moment in time and frozen forever. Where nature is concerned, it could capture timeless beauty which may not continue into perpetuity. Unlike a picture, a written narrative is dynamic. Although based on a static picture, words bring it to life; makes it breathe. Words not only describe, but give texture and substance – permanence.
Depending on the picture, I know when looking at it I have a tendency to ask all sorts of questions before offering any type of observation. For example, let’s consider the photo I selected above. One glance and my mind started to race…simple questions of “where was this taken?” and “when was it taken?” start the tumble. I then contemplated such things as “is it possible the path has existed for over 100 years?” and “who might have traversed it?” By looking at a photo, I usually hope to bring about a memory (or feeling) with which to draw inspiration. It is from such musings many a verse or tale could be derived.
However, if all we did was look and never write or speak about a picture, would the saying “a picture paints a thousand words” still be as profound? Or would it need to evolve to reflect a new meaning?
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Down the lonely path I roam,
To what place, I do not know.
Thick with tree,
So lush and green
To where it leads are sights unseen.
I follow this path
Which twists and turns
Through gorse and heather,
Over creeks and burns,
Continuing on, not minding the weather.
Meandering on along the trail
Past a waterfall and around the bend,
I find myself nearing the end.
Moving on, the track descends
Emerging at a loch’s edge.
Water laps gently onto the shore;
A beautiful day to be out-of-doors.
Abandoned boats rest nearby.
Tranquil and still, the loch there lies
Reflecting images of the sky.
How glad I am I chose to roam
In a place I did not know.
What a sight that I have seen,
A loch so lovely and pristine
Here among a land so green.
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My mind won’t slow down
Although it is time to rest
The radio drones on
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Concentration breaks
I try to tune out the sound
He sleeps blissfully
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The seed of creation is within one’s imagination. Fertilize it and let it grow into something beautiful.
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Poppies everywhere
As far as the eye can see
Bleeds a sea of red
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My mind is awash
Ideas tumbling around
Each seeking a muse
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