Three Poems on Pictures

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My title is Susan Jarvis Bryant and I really like photos and poetry. I had gigantic pleasant combining my two passions to make these three poems. The Texas Coastal Plains, with the breathtaking wonderful thing about wildlife and surroundings it provides, has impressed me to purchase up a digital camera and open capturing the pictures. I’m hoping my poems deliver that pleasure and I’m hoping my pleasure is contagious.

Many eyes battle throughout the meadow,
nevertheless few discover the flora in it —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Peaceful

I purpose and shoot with fierce alacrity
As artistry unfurls sooner than my eyes
In all its charismatic readability:
The gauzy glint of scudding dragonflies;
A butterfly’s sartorial gaiety
Caught wafting in kaleidoscopic skies.
I ponder at God’s windfalls on the fly
And choose the euphoria they elevate.  

I stage of curiosity on a crocus clad in dew,
And snap its purple sparkle within the splash
Of morning’s titian prelude to the blue,
Immortalizing picture voltaic-swathed panache.
I journey the panoramic peek
Of atomize of day’s ensemble freeze-framed in a flash.
On nimbose days of rayless, gray despair
Pictorial glory begs I dwell and ogle.  

I understand on pollen-peppered legs of bees
And sticky flicks of toads’ tongues trapping flies;
The whisker pointers of squirrels within the eaves
And ramrod ears of deer seized ;
Cicadas’ amber husks on limbs of timber,
A fearful moon on the rise as twilight dies.
I ponder on the techno-alchemy
That floods my thirsty eye with ecstasy.

Items of each ilk and each coloration
Journey, stalk and trudge, sway and fly.
The feathered, furred, and petaled scenes portrayed
Are accolades to Eden’s sacred core.
I ponder on celestial palms that made
Each miracle my lens attracts to the fore.
My digital camera’s splendor and its untold worth
Lie in my peek of heaven gracing earth.  

Publicity

Coiled upon the flinty floor—
    A fiend of scaly pores and skin.
Goosebumps unfold. I hear the sound
    Of fright pound inside
Sincere as glamor strikes my eye;
    Its checker-patterned design
Is cherish that invokes a educate—
    My agonize begins to thaw.

Terror melts the idiot who noticed a ghoul
    (A dread to disfavor)
When witnessing a contemporary jewel
    Adorning my drab ground.
The russet eyes and olive head
    Are flairs of truthful assemble;
This pretty reptile’s quelled my worry—
    This phobia of mine

Is laid to prolonged-awaited leisure.
    A garter snake is proof
That my abode is usually blessed
    From basement to the roof,
After which past to pondlife bliss
    The place un-kissed caudates dwell;
The place as soon as upon a croak or situation
    I extinct to go love hell.

Regardless of the plain reality that clear up is not very whole;
    There may be one last attempt in direction of.
I’ll know I’ve purchased this torment beat
    When unfazed by a rattle…
However most improbable if my digital camera zoom
    Grants the reward of distance,
And brings me to the beastie’s bloom
    Sans shivers of resistance.

Pictures

a rondeau

I in precise truth really feel the thrill; I crave the gleam
Of stratus cloud and citrus beam.
My digital camera merely can’t mutter
The frenzy in spark of firefly,
    And cirrus journeys in tangerine.

I’m lifted by lush leas of inexperienced,
The hen, the bud, the beetle’s sheen,
Is in each restore that hits my eye—
    I in precise truth really feel the thrill.

I’m up for kicks—I’m ever alive to
To hit the phlox and foxglove scene
Neath summer time season’s glow in sun-inebriated sky;
My click on on dependancy makes me excessive.
With each shot that fills my camouflage—
    I in precise truth really feel the thrill.


Regarding the creator: Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. The opinions expressed listed listed beneath are fully these of the creator. Bryant is now an American citizen residing on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry printed within the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Every and day-after-day Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Delivery College Poets).

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