The nurturing flower implores,
“Live your life in full bloom”
Its youth a compassionate delight
Word of the Day: Imagination
Basking in the sunlight of the idyllic countryside…
Bright as I am, I still carry a chip on my shoulder.
Quiet peaceful trance.
Watch the orange flower bloom.
Tension melts away.
Nature wielding energy
That calms inner storms.
Like a transfixed artichoke,
Cheers everyone! 🍵😊
“CUT!!!” Director Cavanaugh acerbic voice sliced through the air.
Buzzing with energy from the two cups of coffee he drank, he chewed on his pen cap as he witnessed an interesting snapshot on his screen. It was linked to an underwater videographer’s feed. A fish inside a jellyfish! Could he turn this bizarre moment into a symbolic story left to the audience’s interpretation and imagination? The fish’s expression says it all. The gears were turning in Cavanaugh’s head
Try as the little fish might to direct its own path, the jellyfish will inevitability drag the fish wherever it pleases. Realizing its loss of autonomy, the fish’s eyes bug out in horror!
Cavanaugh wondered if he was insane for trying out an ambitious experiment after a period of hitting the doldrums. He was inspired by some prize-winning photos in a BBC article that he was browsing.
He wondered if he can authentically capture a live stream story letting the animals share their own stories. He was fascinated by their behavior. He couldn’t direct the animals, but then it wouldn’t really matter since his name wouldn’t be credited. During his time in film school, he was intrigued by a film movement founded in 1995 by Danish director Lars Von Trier and Thomas Vinterberg. They wrote a manifesto called Dogme 95. The “rules” were as follows:
The question is… can he stick to the rules?
I found out that Tommie dePaola passed away this morning. I pondered why this author sounded so familiar. Then I remembered! He wrote and illustrated a children’s book, The Legend of the Indian Paintbrush. I read this book during grade school.
Thanks for the beautiful, magical tale. Resharing a photo from my archives in remembrance of you. 🌹❤
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”Rabindranath Tagore
Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness from Linda G. Hill is: “…write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!”
So, I read this prompt while jogging in a deserted field area this afternoon. Em from Earthly Brain shared a prompt as well: “ If I could learn a lesson from the clouds, it would be …“. An impromptu poem materialized in my head. Enjoy!
Puffy cotton balls reflecting brilliant light
Today I greet the day as it comes
Drifting along with the wind
It’s somewhat difficult for me
to play hide-and-go seek
as I often gleam behind nature
No matter though, Sunny and I
Our friendship is billions of years old
Together on the best and worst of days
A generous spirit today
Frolicking among you
Revealing a wondrous site
Hey everyone! 🙂
So the poem above is the result of an experiment. I did my first prompt from the poetry workshop, “”Sharpened Visions”, that I’m currently taking on Coursera.
The Found Poem: A Brand New poem in Three Easy Steps
Grab a paragraph of text from a book or on the web and make a found poem by breaking a passage into lines. A poem is more than line broken prose, but this exercise can help you experiment with rhythm and sound quickly.
Here is the piece of prose I found in Elle magazine while browsing:
I had a lot of fun deconstructing this excerpt and breaking it into lines of poetry. Reading it aloud is also a fresh experience! Until today, I didn’t know anything about Rolexes, other than as a luxury accessory!