Foretell - Writer's Island and Sunday Sketches

The following sketch is in progress, but I wanted to post it as a beginning sketch for Sunday Sketches hosted by Sophia over at Blue Chair Diary. 




in progress by Petrina Lesko 2011


Oh, but what stories this old bridge could foretell of the small town waiting beyond.  Another road not yet taken, but surely a decidedly exciting world awaits on  the other side.  Such character beheld within the walls of its structure, eluding to the characters of this old town beyond its wooden frame... welcoming anyone who wishes to pass this way.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

And with these words, my post shall fit right in over at Writer's Island and this weeks Prompt #8 for 2011: Foretell.  Hope everyone enjoys my submission.

Beguiling Beauty



I hope everyone is having a Super weekend.

I am linking up this post with Writer's Island for this weeks prompt of Beguile.  And the sketch should fit right in over at Sophia's Sunday Sketches @ Blue Chair Diary.

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.