Backlit by counterpoints
of sunlight,
your face a harmony
of shadows,
fingers merge with black
and white,
release major chords of red
and yellow,
and mournful minors, grey
and blue.
They shift between darkness
of minus
and lightness of plus, shades
of you
and me, until a sunbeam, dotted
with motes
of a melody, breaks through.
Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 28: Photographic Images Reimagined, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Margaret presents us with a range of images that are free to download and use. She has also linked the sites, so we are free to choose for ourselves.
She offers us three options: to use an ekphrastic approach by closely observing the photo and writing vivid description; to create a narrative beyond the frame and reimagine the photo in a story; or interpret or impart an impression of sentiment or promise from the photo.
Oh, I like it. It would work as a song, too.
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Thanks Sarah. Now all I need is a tune.
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🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎹
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🤓 🎸
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Poems within poems. I love it.
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Thank you!
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This is absolutely exquisite writing, Kim! ❤️ I love; “They shift between darkness of minus and lightness of plus, shades of you and me, until a sunbeam, dotted with motes of a melody, breaks through.” 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa.❤
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How vast the alternation between ivory and ebony, what shifting light! The composition plinks each with the voice of a chorus.
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Thanks Brendan.
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How clever you were to emulate the keys of the piano! This is so cool.
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Thanks Kerry!
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Just lovely.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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This is gentle and lovely, Kim. This same photograph spoke to me, as well. GMTA!
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😊
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I love how you took me into the mind of the player… and into the tactile part of his fingers on the keys.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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I love it when your poetry makes me sigh with the way it sings… The lines of “minus” and “plus” is so delicious to say over and over. And the ending, well… the perfect climax.
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I’m delighted I made you sigh this Sunday, Magaly!
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“mournful minors”… LOVE that and the shades of you and me… motes of melody !! The whole poem speaks to the power of music – how it holds dear those times of joy and sadness – especially the ivory keys – I could listen to piano music all day.
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Thank you, Margaret.
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This is so beautiful. Like a song.
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Thanks Sherry.
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Yes, it does read like a song… It waits for music. Beautiful
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Thank you, Susie.
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Such a gentle and lovely poem – actually, two poems! mournful minors….this is beautiful Kim.
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Thank you, Toni.
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The long hard road to a melody. I liked the progression.
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Thanks Jim.
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A rainbow of beautiful colours.
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Thank you.
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Utterly brilliant! I love the use of antithesis, the intonation and the rhythmic pacing of it.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Colors and opposites work here to play a tune.
We chose the same one.
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🙂
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