Margo Roby, in her Tuesday Tryouts, http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/tuesday-tryouts-picture-to-poem/, wants us to turn a picture into a poem. Then, she explains that we have to snap that picture, one lonely picture, while on a walk. The picture can be of anything we find interesting, but we can take only one picture while on the walk.
As regular readers know, I don’t take instruction well. First, I have one camera, which I carefully maintain with dead batteries. I suppose I’m a one-subject photographer, because the last thousand pictures I took shared a common theme: a blur obscuring any real photographic image.
Sometimes, one just has to wing it.
A POET’S QUEST
by Mike Patrick
In early morning light I start
upon my bloodless quest.
The sun was low and in my eyes—
I turned my back and headed west.
With hunter’s skill I move
in starts and stops, with eyes aware.
I melt into the background
with the camouflage I wear.
The gentle breeze upon my face
will not advance my scent.
No sound I make in soft-soled shoes
as fallen trees, I circumvent.
There! Ahead a cedar moves,
a frightening noise I hear.
I step behind a nearby tree
and strive to quell my fear.
I part the leaves with trembling hand
and peer with widened eyes into the din.
In savage splendor, that small tree explodes
as waves of motion thunder from within.
Small sparrows by the hundred fight for air
with wings spread wide; they shadow morning’s light
and fill my world with whirling chaos curls,
until they form a cloud in awesome flight.
In majestic shifting shapes they fly.
Transfixed, I watch them fade away.
I face the sun and trudge my way back home,
my hunt complete until another day.