Portrait
The way her arms happened to
cradle them, they looked
like rounded fruit, past
the firmest stage, but
still sweet. Her daughters
and sons may remember
their tenderness as they
lean in for a hug. But
who maps the contours
of her orchards now?
Who knows that
crocuses will still
spring up under
her step after winter?
This is a manipulation of a stock photo.
posted by MB at 9:13 PM
26 Comments:
Many of your poems cause me to feel a vibration in what I can only describe as the "heartstrings." This is one of them. Beautifully evoked.
Me.
Beautiful mb! :o)
wonderful!! A poem like that above a child's bed! "Who knows that crocuses will still spring up under her step after winter...."
The strong depth of those words.
Faith
courage
love and grace!!
I'm emailing all four of my children the address for this site so they can read this poem...how beautiful it is!
What a wonderful portrait!! I love the last question. I wonder do we leave crocuses/flowers or weeds under our steps "after Winter"?
Wow! Great!!
So lovely
beautiful.
Nice work.
perfect, mb!
Beutiful blog you have here. Love your work. I would be interested in knowing where your photos are taken.
you amaze me. even in the choice and manipulation of the image. i love the metaphors.
who knows what crocuses will spring up under her step.....
fabulous! love the image manipulation too! i've learned some cool new photoshop techniques at macworld this week. can't wait to try them out.
have you downloaded photoshop CS3 beta?
So many thoughts rushing through my heart right now, thanks to your lovely words!
alan
Bitterroot, your comment is much appreciated. Thank you.
Charlie, I think I knew that. ;-)
Trinitystar, thank you!
Corey, thank you very much.
Pauline, you honor me.
Pat, now you can look for them! ;-)
rdl, thanks!
Nasra, thank you.
Gautami, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Dave, thanks!
Polona, thank you very much.
Susan, welcome and thanks for commenting. Almost all of the pictures on this blog are mine, and so most are taken in Idaho.
Sky, I appreciate your noticing! Thank you.
Snowsparkle, no I haven't, I'm still working with CS. Have you?
Alan, your comment made me smile. I love knowing that you respond to the words. Thank you.
Lovely...
this has to be the most beautiful photo ever! it is itself a poem.
the written poem is also very beautiful.wistful.
how blessed to have these two gifts.
Forget Midas' touch. The child's touch is sweeter. Liked the color contrast. It's as if she is infusing the strawberry with love.
what a wonderful melancholy piece
"who maps the contours of her orchards now" - splendidly sad
loved this
i may have lost a teardrop in my g and t
Sweetness upon sweetness here, and still bracing and fine. Wow.
And re: Pat's comment, I've a secret hope that I'll leave weeds springing in my step, weeds like Zephyranthes and Tradescentia...
Well this is just marvelous.
This photo is an amazing slice of life--but you have made it iconic with the color and cropping--so ingenious and original!
Lettershaper, thank you.
Anonymous, thank you for the gift of your comment.
Mermaid, I'd take the touch of a child any day over gold!
Floots, thanks. I like to think there are those who still appreciate changing contours. ;-)
Lori, I'm convinced you'll leave *something* green and growing in your footsteps! And quite possibly flowers as stellar as the weeds you name.
Evangeline, why thank you!
Firebird, it was incredible material to start with, I have to say. Sometimes those stock photographers outdo themselves.
very nicely done
great photo too
Camera shy, much appreciated. Thanks for stopping by!
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