The Photograph by mamabobbijo
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The Photograph
Walking in the woods today, after a late fall rain
I saw a sight so magical, I knew I'd never see it again.
The thunder and the lightening, had long since rumbled past
The rain had stopped a while ago, the sky was overcast.
Jumping in the puddles, and shaking all the trees
She sends the droplets flying to ride the playful breeze.
I begin to think in couplets, a word, a phrase, a rhyme
Then I recall the camera I've brought along this time.
She's an exotic combination, this child of my child,
A mix of heavenly angel, and magic faerie wild.
She has stopped to stare in wonder, at a single shining drop,
It has traveled down across a leaf, but at it's tip has stopped.
I reach back to grab the camera, safe within my pack
I shake my head and sigh to see, what's in the hand that I pull back.
I've left the camera nestled inside the carry sack,
Instead I've grabbed a crayon and a napkin from our snack
She squats and gazes awestruck by the drop upon the leaf
Her tiny hand is held palm upward waiting underneath.
The enraptured concentration on that tiny gamine face
The child, the drop, the tiny hand, such magic in this place.
The entire scene before me is etched upon my mind,
By a single ray of sunshine, that creates a gold outline.
It's the magic in this moment, this scene I want to share.
"Get the camera!" screams my brain, but still I stand and stare.
I turn again to grab the camera, but as I turn back around,
The leaf has dropped from leaf to palm, then onward to the ground.
That single ray of sunlight is lost within the glow
Of a thousand of its brethren putting on a show.
I tuck the camera gently back into it's resting place
She turns and grins and waves to me, THAT look upon her face
So innocent and sweet she smiles, While vibrating in her glee
She pulls back a dripping branch and fires it at me!
Later while she's napping, chasing faeries in a dream,
I pull out the paper napkin, and the notes there of the scene.
Did you enjoy the journey, as we traveled down the path,
To the final destination, this verbal photograph?
Comments (21)
shahlaa
Absolutely beautiful....I love it
CarolSassy
Aaaaawwww, how sweet is THAT?!!?!? Yes, memories are made of that! Excellent work! (:
tallpindo
Do fairies live in the now or are they ancient like Brownies? Are they as gossamer shimering as crystal apparitions of the future, or opaque as trolls. The writing continues even after the words are on paper. The fairie has the pen in playful grasp.
rainbows
You need no camera ever!! Such a magnificent, vivid word painting. I feel I spent this day with you, standing behind your left shoulder, watching. Oftentimes, the most stunning photographs are those that dwell only in the mind. Outstanding work. Di
Bothellite
Snap.. you did it! Oh for that camera and the thousand shots missed but you have a gift to share this way, perfectly phrased. Thank you.
npauling
A brilliant poem and I can see the the photograph you took so clearly. Thanks for sharing.
Richardphotos
very unique story and excellent imagination
NothingNess
Wonderfully crafted and supberbly executed! This is one of those stories where you don't want to end....it's that unbelievably good! Thank you so much for sharing!
SoulSearcherr
S...wonderful story
newleaf
This is so beautiful, so real and so very very alive.
cymbidium
I agree totally with newleaf, very beautiful - you have a way with words!! If we could all paint a picture with words the way you do, we'd need fewer cameras :)
wildgoha
so beauty and full of charm poem = great lovely story -Thank you 4 all
Druidstorm
"To capture the image within the mind is to capture the soul of that magical being called imagination!" Outstanding and very beautiful. Bravo!!!...:))
romanceworks
A very lyrical and lovely journey. CC
sp1ke43
you have painted a wonderful image with words Simon
TallPockets
Superb!!
Ionel
Sorry to be late! English is not my language and being so I needed a time to read, to understand and to appreciate! But even so I can say that your poems are realy beautiful! There lies forgotten a magic brush! Silent evidence of magic done, Before the rising of the sun. They spin, and they whirl, they maniacally twirl, In the arms of their lovers, the wind sprites. We'll dream of this feast for the senses as we drift somnolent in the cold. The sunset is cleared from the table, and moonrise becomes our dessert. Wonderful lines! You are born a poet! Congratulations!!!
NekhbetSun
Brilliant and magickal !!!
Flannelman
A fine literary kodak moment ;-)
TwoPynts
Wonderful. I wish my photographs were half as expressive and evokative as your prose! :)
OldHippieKeyboard
Why am I just now discovering your amazing writing? I guess I'm still learning and exploring... This is such a magickal creation. You have me hooked, BJ. I anxiously await your next post.