Step Away from the Monitor

Forlornly pushing papers by day.
Tenderly pushing pixels by night.
Yet the one is drudgery,
The other sheer delight.

New paper whispers in the light,
a promise of things to come.
Aged paper crackles delicately,
A nod to our transience.

Does a pixel rustle in your grasp,
Flow through your hands,
Brush your fingertips
Like frozen silk?

Just a stunning pagent of boxes
Dressed in Red, Green, Blue
With promised kisses
Never delivered.

You see the flower.
I experienced it.

Wow.

Well you could knock me down with a feather Crescent. I wasn't expecting that. You are so right! You always say that you aren't really a poet, but you could have fooled me. I have a Bonsai on my desk with my pc to remind me to look beyond the screen. Pulling the big leaves off gives me something to do when I wait for stuff to render! Shanna :-) Tree torment a speciality. Reasonable rates.

You can fool some of the people some of the time ... ;-) I just got a new camera and I'm on the prowl for neat shots. I was actually putting together some shots of leaves for textures and when I did a close-up of the hibiscus flower, I realized that I wasn't even sensing the flower, just mechanically blocking the shot. The poem is my reaction to that. Thanks for the compliments. If there's anything that could be done better, please let me know.

I just think both the poem and the photograph are gorgeous. Nature just stun with the intensity of colors. My mother grows a geranium that is nearly that color and so bright that it almost glows. Makes anything we do graphically seem like second best.

A lovely photograph - there's something so sensual about close-ups of flowers. The 'commentary' is simply beautifully clever.

I photographed the tulip fields in Holland. (can't spell the name but it's something like, Keukenhauf, I think...blame my old age).

Sunny day and so many colors. I remember some of the deep red tulips in the bright sunlight actually "burned" through the film. The silver couldn't register them.

Nice thought to pass along, Cres.

I came across a quote this evening, attributed to Oscar Wilde which made me think of your picture "For what is Nature? Nature is no great mother who has borne us. She is our creation. it is in our brain that she quickens to life. Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that have influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then, and then only, does it come into existence." Shanna :-)

I like this very much, great combination of image and words... I usually don't comment on pieces here, I find difficult to say anything on pieces that aren't written in my language, moreover I'm not a poet (not even in Italian)... Of course I have my tastes and I like something more than some other... This poem, in combination with the image, I like particularly, and this is the reason I venture to give my opinion... I find a little out of place the 4th stanza... In the first the two medium are put tigether, the second is dedicated to the paper, the third to the pixels... if the couplet arrived just then, not prepared by the sense something missing in the previous one... it would be of greater impact, and simply perfect! (at least for my personal taste)