Monday Photo Prompt from Bifocal Univision - January 31, 2011
Delicately managed cap,
unimagined in my bad days.
Times when berserk compulsion
forced witch hunts
for tools, and then teeth,
shockingly screwed metal V’s,
soaking desperation,
Bend, mother fucker!
ousting the caps to gutters,
but not this, this gold
life so facile, so mild,
who is so gentle?
Who manages such beauty?
Feeling tiny, lost next
to the sweet cap,
Missing V’s, missing gutters,
shrunken value, I am
insignificance.
This was a delicately tricky response to Eric’s wonderful Monday Photo Prompt. Check out Eric’s pictures and check out the other responses! I am outgunned!
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#1 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 2, 2011 - 9:43 am
Clever, sad spin on the photo prompt. Best I’ve read yet. Kudos…
Thank you!
Happy Wednesday, Carl.
#2 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:51 am
Thank you, Jamie! Your visit and comments mean the world to me
#3 by Evelyn on February 2, 2011 - 10:20 am
“but not this, this gold
life so facile, so mild,”
such gentle lines!
beautiful
#4 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:54 am
Thank you, my friend!
#5 by Miss Ash on February 2, 2011 - 11:34 am
Life sure does pass by, doesn’t it?
#6 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:57 am
It does. Maybe we should spend more time with the caps? 🙂
#7 by Raven on February 2, 2011 - 1:28 pm
“Delicately managed cap,
unimagined in my bad days.”
It’s funny how when things go awry (be it the shit hits the fan or that lovely balance of chemistry takes a long walk off a short pier) we forget how it feels to be good so quickly. This line just reminded me of that…actually the whole poem did. And in the aftermath feeling so lost.
#8 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 3:01 pm
Oh, yes, I identify with what you are identifying. Today, it is lucky that I am able to admire the cap.
#9 by Marian on February 2, 2011 - 5:26 pm
insignificance itself. that is really saying something.
#10 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 7:59 pm
Or saying nothing as is more likely the case. Have you ever felt that, Marian?
#11 by heather grace stewart on February 2, 2011 - 6:31 pm
Oh, Wow.
“but not this, this gold
life so facile, so mild,
who is so gentle?
Who manages such beauty?”
lovely.
this was one of your best yet, I think.
#12 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 8:02 pm
Wow! That is a strong endorsement. I usually fear these prompt exercises, but maybe I should stick with them. Thank you for your comment – You know it does mean the world!
#13 by Sirenum Scopuli on February 2, 2011 - 9:37 pm
I have done this:
“Times when berserk compulsion
forced witch hunts
for tools, and then teeth,
shockingly screwed metal V’s,
soaking desperation,
Bend, mother fucker!”
Well written!
#14 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 10:36 pm
Oh, good! Thank you for your comment! I was hoping that was not a bad abstraction.
#15 by Eric on February 3, 2011 - 3:20 pm
Knowing such words, such thoughts, could be drawn from a simple picture of mine makes me feel so humble, like I’ve played some small part in such a delightful creation as this, Carl. I applaud you, sir!
#16 by Carl on February 3, 2011 - 10:37 pm
Thank you, Eric! You are very kind with your words. I enjoy your photography tremendously, so it is an honor and a privilege to participate. Really an honor. I have a sense that I am no good at prompts because I am only comfortable with my own prompts, but if I get comfortable with a beautiful photograph or beautiful piece of art for a few minutes, the old wires start firing, and it is fun!
#17 by Kathe W. on February 4, 2011 - 10:31 am
hah! cleverly written!
#18 by Carl on February 5, 2011 - 8:02 am
Thank you, Kathe. I appreciate your comment.