I’m About to Snap – NaPo 2025 Day Thirteen

The prompt challenged me to write a poem using the form and structure demonstrated in Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings.”


A Star was Born

You smiled when I took your picture yesterday.
I took more of you when you were not looking.
I was pleased when I saw that you were happy.
In one five hundredth of a second, we were looking,
In less than a heartbeat, we had a relationship.
Traditions old; artist, model, relationship.

Then we moved on to live our separate lives.
Well, you did. I took our moment home with me.
Camera to computer your megabytes will stay.
Art’s process to product, about you by me.
We share a vignette of recorded portraiture.
An artful rendering — your beauty in portraiture.

In your life and in mine, nothing much has changed.
Yet there it was. I turned, aimed. You smiled, I pressed.
I took more pictures of happy, smiling faces.
But from this I was happy to write a poem.
Moments of time, frozen forever as subjects.
When the photographer finds some willing subjects.


Look both ways while roaming with camera in hand, ready to shoot,
to find the exact, perfect second. It eludes many.
Mind the gaps because when you snooze, the moment is gone — forever.

Friday Fictioneers for September 16th, 2022

For mid-September, our fantastic Mistress of Friday Fictioneering fantasy, Rochelle, poked us with the picture of Pincushion Hakea flowers provided through the good graces of Trish Nankeville.

The lovely photo inspired my memory, and I considered a quote by Henry David Thoreau that Rochelle has posted on her blog in the past, it’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. Some say it was written as, “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.” (From the essay, “Walking.”) Whatever—close enough. What you see is a good theme.

I’m fascinated by the work of people who see around us the things I miss: the artists and photographers who’s work I often borrow to enrich my world. Through their art, I get to see what they see: a lovely natural world.

Click on Trish’s photo of the red pincushion flowers to be transplanted into Rochelle’s blog where you can learn how to set your roots into the Wednesday, Friday Fictioneers writer community.

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville

Genre: Autobiographical Fiction
Title: Thoreau’s Pincushion Hakea
Word Count: 100

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We walked the path near the lake. Jay was a talented amateur photographer who did all his own film processing.

He said, “It’s like hunting. Look there. What do you see?”

I replied, “Weeds and stickers.”

We knelt and he spritzed water on the weeds.

“Look closer.”

I looked. “Wow. I didn’t even see the flowers much less that spider’s web. Now it all glistens.”

He said, “Everything is a subject or a scene. I use other things, lighting, angles, and point of view to enhance it. I do more in the lab. It’s the beauty of nature artfully staged.”

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Look both ways. What you see matters.
Mind the gaps for the hidden fruits of nature’s beauty.

 

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