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Occasional Poetry - 37. Postcards and Snapshots

em>I recently went on a long week's vacation. I take pictures badly, and always forget my address book. So instead, I wrote a poem trying to capture something worth remembering about each day. I hope you will excuse my errors, but enjoy my travelogue.
Postcard
from an eight lane
highway packed nose to tail,
baking in the summer sunset,
waiting:
no one
sees the glowing taillights' river,
but only mountainsides,
oceans, good meals,
and rest.
 
 
Postcard:
Eating gyros
at an undiscovered
restaurant, tzaziki smooth, crisp
and tart;
and your
unguarded laughter, ringing out
over a brilliant smile,
is in itself
a feast.
 
 
Snapshot:
sunshine breaking
through grey striated cloud,
promising an afternoon of
blue skies;
dark hills
and distant fields spring to green life
as if waking from a
dull, unpleasant
daydream.
 
 
Snapshot:
soft rain murmurs
secrets to the birches,
misty morning observations
at dawn;
inside,
blazing logs chatter pointedly,
cracking witticisms
about a cool
August.
 
 
Postcard:
mountain sunrise
discovers the beaver pond;
skeletal silver tamaracks
stand guard
over
endless sun-dewed, gossamer webs,
revealed for one birdsong
fleeting moment
at dawn.
 
 
Snapshot:
as we amble,
a massive form appears;
a majestic moose crosses our
small path;
and stunned,
we are quite unprepared to see
her calf canter behind,
as if to cry,
"Mom, wait!"
 
 
Postcard:
a pristine lake
reflects a sky so blue
the water seems deeper, lighter
than air;
two loons
float, unaware of the divide,
diving under the clouds,
catching sly fish
that fly.
 
 
Photo:
all together,
family gathered home,
ninety two years to celebrate
today;
heads greyed
and voices frayed, yet memory's
keen eye still sees old friends
with yesterday's
delight.
 
 
Snapshot:
cooking breakfast
in mom's antique kitchen,
a dozen sleepy visitors
are fed;
the space
is crowded with recollection
and anticipation:
birthday cake with
coffee.
 
 
Snapshot:
driving west towards
a breathtaking sunset,
evening tints the sky in every
color;
each cloud
becomes a brushstroke on canvas
too large for the mind's wall
to hang journey's
last gift.
 
em>As ever, I must credit Tim and AC for inspiration. Comments or responses are deeply appreciated. Thank you.
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You preserved every important moment with you poems. The whole journey just has its display like and projecting presentation. All are lovely and some are breath taking situations. You proved that not only a picture can save the edible moment into its jism, but we can preserve it through these beautiful poems... :)

 

As I am a huge fan of Cinquain, I loved the Reverse Cinquain too. Well done my friend, you have done a great job. :)

 

~Emi GS.

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Great collection, Parker. These are just--if not more--poignant than a postcard or snapshot. Each one was a delight that captured the moment perfectly. You brought me back to my own days of camping in the Adirondacks, especially the early morning mist, the loons, the talking fire, chilly mornings, good food, and great conversations. The only substitution would be black bear for moose. lol I just came back from a family reunion--not in the woods, but a very rural area--so the 'snapshot' of the family celebration was especially moving. Nice job, and great to have you back!

Snapshot:
soft rain murmurs
secrets to the birches,
misty morning observations
at dawn;
inside,
blazing logs chatter pointedly,
cracking witticisms
about a cool
August.

 

Is my favorite; I mean, favorite to the point of wishing it were mine ;)

 

I love this form. With your postcards and snapshots, you've found the perfect vehicle with these double Cinquains to paint perfect pictures. Love them and I may be borrowing the form sometime soon.

 

Great memento of your journey. Thanks for posting them!

On 08/08/2016 10:52 PM, Emi GS said:

You preserved every important moment with you poems. The whole journey just has its display like and projecting presentation. All are lovely and some are breath taking situations. You proved that not only a picture can save the edible moment into its jism, but we can preserve it through these beautiful poems... :)

 

As I am a huge fan of Cinquain, I loved the Reverse Cinquain too. Well done my friend, you have done a great job. :)

 

~Emi GS.

Thank you Emi, for your comments and for looking through my vacation poems. I have never seen a moose so close before, let alone one with a calf. I am very happy you liked them.

On 08/08/2016 11:11 PM, Valkyrie said:

Great collection, Parker. These are just--if not more--poignant than a postcard or snapshot. Each one was a delight that captured the moment perfectly. You brought me back to my own days of camping in the Adirondacks, especially the early morning mist, the loons, the talking fire, chilly mornings, good food, and great conversations. The only substitution would be black bear for moose. lol I just came back from a family reunion--not in the woods, but a very rural area--so the 'snapshot' of the family celebration was especially moving. Nice job, and great to have you back!

We weren't camping, but 'cabining.' The idea is pretty close, though. Prefer moose to bears, I think! I am glad the family reunion photo touched you, too. It was as good as the formal group shot, perhaps. Thanks for reading these and hope it was better than a slideshow.

On 08/09/2016 02:19 AM, dughlas said:

Being

transported to

places unknown and yet known

through words that capture for us images

sublime.

 

Parker, these are better than photos for they carry the emotion inspired by the experience.

Dugh, you are so kind to respond in this way; I was captivated. It was great you could tag along, so to speak, on my journey. Thanks so much for your response.

On 08/09/2016 02:28 AM, Headstall said:

Thank you for the journey, Parker. You tickled old and happy memories, and as a vacation should be, there was no angst... just peace. beauty, magical sights... and sharing. I'm left with a reflective and contented smile on my face... can't ask for more than that... cheers, my friend... Gary....

If this set of mementos left you contented and at peace, then I am very, very happy. And you got to see some of the magic I saw, too!

On 08/09/2016 05:01 AM, AC Benus said:

Snapshot:

soft rain murmurs

secrets to the birches,

misty morning observations

at dawn;

inside,

blazing logs chatter pointedly,

cracking witticisms

about a cool

August.

 

Is my favorite; I mean, favorite to the point of wishing it were mine ;)

 

I love this form. With your postcards and snapshots, you've found the perfect vehicle with these double Cinquains to paint perfect pictures. Love them and I may be borrowing the form sometime soon.

 

Great memento of your journey. Thanks for posting them!

Now you know how I often feel upon reading something of yours :)! The Cinquain surely lends itself to this sort of observation; and as a math person, the 2-4-6-8 progression in syllables is somehow appealing. Hope you enjoyed this more than a travelogue (although I bet you own a stereopticon, too).

On 08/09/2016 05:46 AM, Defiance19 said:

You know it is said a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, your words captured perfectly your snapshots and postcards. More so because it felt like you took us with you..

 

I absolutely love this set. Thank you for sharing..

Perhaps these few words captured a thousand frames. In any case, your own words are most kind and I am deeply grateful you liked these.

On 08/09/2016 08:16 AM, Kapucinski said:

OK, normally a picture is worth a thousand words, but you just don't care, do you!? You just take a few words and 'paint' some lovely pictures and capture some beautiful moments. Thank you so much for sharing your talent

You are most welcome. I take dreadful photos, so perhaps the words, though many, tell the story better. Anyhow, I am glad You read these, and I appreciate your response.

On 08/09/2016 07:07 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Well i loved em the first time i read them, but i read them again.. some of them in sepia some in lovely colour. All added up to wonderful holiday memories, i think maybe better than any photograph ..

lovely job Parker!!

tim xoxo

Tim, thanks for re-reading these. You are perceptive in seeing some in color, while others seem in grayscale. What is good about these is that I do not need a photo album or a printer to recall what I experienced. The big question is why haven't I done this before?

[I make no apology for starting my review the same way as another one I wrote earlier.]

 

You already know the effect these had on me - that on its own tells you how I regard them ... :)
Me, I wield a camera at almost every opportunity; you wonderfully remove the need for such technology. Such compact high-res word pictures - they tell me so much!
Snapshot:
soft rain murmurs
secrets to the birches,
misty morning observations
at dawn;
inside,
blazing logs chatter pointedly,
cracking witticisms
about a cool
August.
This is far and away my favourite: I think it's the combination of sound and picture. I am so glad that these wonderful poems were my catalyst. :hug:

On 08/25/2016 07:48 AM, northie said:

[I make no apology for starting my review the same way as another one I wrote earlier.]

 

You already know the effect these had on me - that on its own tells you how I regard them ... :)

Me, I wield a camera at almost every opportunity; you wonderfully remove the need for such technology. Such compact high-res word pictures - they tell me so much!

Snapshot:

soft rain murmurs

secrets to the birches,

misty morning observations

at dawn;

inside,

blazing logs chatter pointedly,

cracking witticisms

about a cool

August.

This is far and away my favourite: I think it's the combination of sound and picture. I am so glad that these wonderful poems were my catalyst. :hug:

The autumn rains will soon displace the summer sun, but the cool green north country, and its morning chill mists, will linger in memory. I am glad you got this postcard; worth the price of a stamp, I hope :). Cinquains can be enormously and deceptively expressive, and great fun to write. Glad I brought my notebook and dispensed with my camera for this vacation. Many, many thanks for your kind and generous words!

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