Like Crumbling Spires

Like crumbling spires thus bleed for thee,
Stone-faced moments filled with passion,
Skyward reach, these souls are now free,
Delicate hearts tendered ashen...

Days filled with mortised memories,
Facades artistically hiding...
Crack strewn hearts tender as the breeze,
Life's lost friends held in time biding.

Yet hope casts the dawn's rays of light,
Doors open welcoming the day,
For spaces restored from one's plight,
Shimmering with love show the way.

Like crumbling spires thus bleed for thee,
In my heart always, friends were we.

Petrina Lesko
July 2011


For this week's 'almost' final Sunday photographer interview over at One Stop Poetry, they have introduced us to Neil Alexander. 

Photographer Neil Alexander is a lifestyle and travel photographer as skilled at capturing the essence of people, as well as the landscapes they walk.

Convergance



'Converging' by Adam Romanowicz

my droplets in time

converge to center moments

forever within

Petrina Lesko

June 2011

Today over at One Stop Poetry  and 1SS they have interview a fabulous abstract photographer...

'Adam Romanowicz is an avid pursuer of the artistic and the abstract. An engineer in “the real world,” Romanowicz’s passion for composition and the outdoors has led him to an adventurous life of fine art, as well as editorial and commercial stock photography. His website, 3scape is an award-winning institution show-casing his fine art work. His published credits run the gamut, from CD covers and store displays to the Oxford Dictionary for the Middle Ages.'



Please join in the fun writing that has been transcended from his wonderful photography.

In Search of a Canvas



photo by Chris Galford
as shared at 1SS at One Stop Poetry

































In search of a canvas,
I paint where I can...
Yet where I am not wanted.

In search of a canvas,
I paint when eyes are lost,
Yet in the darkness colors bright.

In search of a canvas,
I dare to walk the heights,
Steeling along for backgrounds more.

In search of a canvas,
I paint where I can...
Yet where I am not wanted.

In search of a canvas,
I speak words unheard,
Altered words against the wall.

In search of a canvas,
I paint where I can...
I long for a brief moment's glory...
 
In search of a canvas,
Yet as the day comes dawn,
Still... where I am not wanted.
 
Petrina Lesko
June 2011

This Sunday over at One Stop Poetry the topic... the photo prompts are all about graffiti and what it inspires in us, the writers of craft.  This was my take... hope you enjoyed it.

The Bell Sounds...



'They Never Call...' by Rob Hanson Photography



















Faintly... in the distant echoes of time,
Stretching far beyond the length of your lines,
Buried beneath the dusty layers climb,
And the bell sounds... an urgency of kinds...


Calling forth, the lost numbers unwritten,
Pane-staking images, hues dimmed yet all,
Combine beneath the years, once yet bitten,
Diagrammed plans, changing hearts, here the call...


Changing times post beyond the doorway now,
Documented dreams bear forth the future,
For deep within, beating it's heart lies how,
Master-crafted as the bootman's suture...


Faintly... in the distant echoes of time,
Now the bell sounds... an urgency of rhyme.


Petrina Lesko
June 2011

In what now seems a distant time long ago, there lied lines, plans of a new picture for me... calling, if you will, with an urgency.  The bell sounded, alerting me to new beginnings... From those beginnings (of a year ago) came my adventure through blogland.  Looking beyond the dusty shelves, searching the photos posted, the words translated through new creativites and familiar rhymes... the call stretched through the lines transmitting new energies, new outlets, ultimately bringing me to this point.  It is with great joy that I reach my first blogoversary, renewed in my creative energies, hoping to carry my message beyond all known possibilities, as did the first telephone call placed by A. G. Bell.  (What would he be thinking now of the wireless generation of communcations?)

As the bell sounds today, I send the message of a very special  THANK YOU  to everyone here in blogland who has taken the time to stop by and listen to my message.  Thank you for all of the encouragement and guidance over the past year.  It has been a fabulously exciting journey.

Also linking this post over to One Stop Poetry and this weeks 1SS photography interview (part 2) with Rob Hanson and his amazing photography.

Through the Years

Over at the One Shoot Sunday Photography Interview this weeks photographer is Fee Easton sharing 5 wonderful pictures to select from... hmmmm... choices, choices....  Please stop and visit One Stop Poetry today to join us in the challenge.  Here's mine:



photography of Fee Easton
as shared by One Stop Poetry




















Twas just yesterday when I saw,
First nights of stars so bright, twinkling...
Sharing a love like wonders awe,
Drawing me forever brinking.

Always to be there at the edge,
New journeys found with you to hold,
To share in the beautious ledge,
A life brazen, a life be bold.

Forever together held love,
Our secret place, still the same now,
Hands held up high, flight of the dove,
Walking one journey, always how.

Burdens of joy, laughing through tears,
Together now... and through the years.

Petrina Lesko
May 2011

Blank White Echoes...



photo by Greg Laychak
as shared at One Stop Poetry on their
Sunday photographer interview

I wheel forth in the depths of nothingness,
Down hallways of my mind, blank white echoes...
Yesterday's moments of sunshine glisten,
In damp misty moments of today's tears.

If I could rise, see the outer gardens,
Memories of jasmine filling my soul...
Glimmers of days gone by, tender touches,
Breezes of the heart held out beyond walls.

Instead, endless unmarked moments fill days,
Long corridors to nowhere mark my world...
Bleach stained floors leading to countless doorways,
Each one could be mine, yet none seem to be.

Lost lifetimes left unshared in loneliness,
Aging bitterness stinging the heartstrings...
Forgotten in a world tucked away now,
Dignities stolen in the darkness of time.

I wheel forth in the depths of nothingness,
Down hallways of my mind, blank white echoes...

Petrina Lesko
April 2011


This wonderful picture was shared over at One Stop Poetry as this weeks photo prompt for the Sunday Photography Interview with Greg Laychak.  He is a fabulous documentary photographer worth exploring.  Please stop by to see all the other great talent shared.


Creativity Lingers



photo by Lauren Randolph
as offered @ One Stop Poetry

Sunday Photography Interview

Reality's fenceposts holding strong,

Creativity lingers, drifting...

Images held a part, can this be?

Mind's matter questions, could this be wrong?

Moments in time planted like stakes,

Life whitewashed for all those who see,

Words rise from the depths of beings,

Deflated lives fell within time.

Creativity lingers, drifting...

Realitiy's fenceposts holding strong.

Petrina Lesko

April 2011

This, my entry for One Stop Poetry's photography interview of Lauren Randolph this week, a puzzling prompt of opposites.  Stirring far-fetched worlds, and reminders of how topsy turvy life can really be at times.  Hope you all enjoyed my take.  Stop by there to share your take and explore more about Lauren Randolph's wonderful photography.

Night's Rain - Updated

photo by Sean McCormick
as shared @ One Shoot Sunday

Night's Rain

I welcome you in from the night's rain,
Unto my floors do come, where lies grain,
Stacked about, turned out layered by stain,
Please, I welcome you in from the night's rain.

Built on staddle stones, shaped like mushrooms,
Heating naturally, this be thy rooms,
Forming moisture, your grain will be doom,
Forth right here within, I will it entomb.

But listen to my music, dance all,
Lineage comes from under the wall,
Shadows dancing, did you hear 'em call,
Lineage comes, on the floor must crawl.

I welcome you in from the night's rain,
Unto my floors do come, where lies grain,
Stacked about, turned out, covered thy stain,
Please, I welcome you in from the night's rain.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

Thank you Sean for a fantastic photo (you can see more of his fabulous work @ http://www.neutralhillsstills.ca/index.php).   And thank you One Stop Poetry for another inspirational photo prompt here at One Shoot Sunday.

Evening's Illusionary Wishes

 

 Shadows cast down by the days sunlit skies,

Evening prints within the sands time,

 Casted, permeating surfaces,

Raised depths, crevices drawn upward.

Colorless, robust shadows reflecting,

Dampened earth pulling in, tiding out,

Waters adrift, lessened earthly surfaces,

Moonlit nights, beaming down to her feet.

Was this evening shadows or daytime paths,

Surfaces drip, illusionary wishes.

Petrina Lesko

January 2011

iPhoneography by Iquanyin

This poem was inspired by several prompts this week. First was the prompt of Illusion found over at Writer's Island, and there was Evening which is this weeks prompt at One Single Impression. And last, the location for this great photo prompt was One Shoot Sunday found over their new site at One Stop Poetry.  Iquanyin is a photographer who uses only her iPhone or iPad to take and share some amazing photography.  To learn more about Iquanyin, check out the following links:

Twitter: @iquanyin
Flick: http://www.flickr.com/photos/iquanyinmoon

Clarity

image by Mike Roemer as shared at One Shoot Sunday

Clarity

Circles form in the small cloud filled room,

Smokey images, time... moments left unsaid,

The juice, a vine forbidden wash upon gloom,

Cellars filled, brimming beneath the sun in red.

Moments encased, oak trimmed and entombed,

Luscious grapes, pressed, plunged, or was it tread?

The fluidity of smoke, then  to assume,

Glasses waved, tasted, for clarity of head.

Circles form in the small cloud filled room,

Cellars filled, brimming beneath the sun in red.

Moments encased, oak trimmed and entombed,

Glasses waved, tasted, for clarity of head.

Petrina Lesko

January 2011

This post, this poem was inspired by both the photo for this week by Mike Roemer over at One Shoot Sunday and this weeks prompt of Clarity over at Writer's Island. 

Open Roads Travelled


This picture* was taken from One Shoot Sunday this week.  Inspirational thoughts of 'Open Roads' and new beginnings.  Hope you enjoy my take on this prompt.

Feininger, Andreas:  1906-1999, photographer



Open Roads Travelled

Do these roads truly exist anymore?

Long winding roads through open lands,

Wondering to ourselves, what will it have in store,

These open roads travelled, holding the steering wheel in hands.

Do these roads truly exist anywhere?

Cities come closer together as we gather,

Structures dotting the streets, where trees used to care,

These open roads travelled, this soul would surely take to, rather.

Do these roads truly exist anymore?

Leisurely drives reaching for Sunday breezes,

Searching the countryside, outside the house,  the door,

These open roads travelled, memories strong, oh, yes, just teases.

Structures dotting the streets, where trees used to care,

These open roads travelled, longing of days to find, if you dare.

Petrina Lesko
December 2010

*Image via Creative Commons—

The Library of Congress photostream.http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/2179126159/