Last week, as I continued my study of contradictory abstractions, I looked at freedom in constraint and constraint in freedom. Studying opposites inspired me to think about photo negatives and negative space, so I tried putting the sections I cut out to create my filters into their own filters, creating negatives of my filters in a way. The result was exciting.

My further study of freedom and constraint led me to attempt using flowers considered weeds over a piece of clear plastic, so I wouldn’t get pollen or petals in my lens. Again, to happy results.

Today’s Poem
The Poetic’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub was to write a poem about August. I didn’t get the poem done on Tuesday, but it got me thinking. Today, is the Open Link, so I gave it a go.
Here in the Puget Sound we just endured an extensive period of excessive heat (for here), so I’m actually looking forward to a cooler August. Even today, the coolest day in a while, I have the fan going because it’s humid.
One of the things I love about ExperienceWriting is it acts as a record of my work over the years. I looked back at what I was posting in August the last couple years expecting one or two posts, but it appears August is a time of discovery for me. Last year I was working on my first bokeh and poetry video “Pathways.” That feels so long ago. The year before that, I was writing and revising a short story as part of Writers in Motion. If I didn’t have this record of it, I wouldn’t believe it. So what is August deep in my bones? Work, exploration, discovery, and sweat.
Another August
The fan whirs in the window
chopping boat motors
and children screaming
into beads of sweat
suntan lotion coconuts
and pineapples fight
UV rays breaking through
ozone and the odor of scales
working outside in the shade
every break a dive in the lake
and yet somehow I burn and yearn
to create which makes more heat
sweat drips on the page
under my breasts and down
and allergic to myself
I recognize the coming boils
and pain like an anniversary
of a coming storm swirling
a time to reevaluate
wind and water and fire
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Maria, I really like how you immerse yourself, both literally and figuratively, in your stream of consciousness. You are one with your environment in it and it is a very satisfying read.
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You really painted your August in sights, sounds and smells….I grinned at the suntan lotion scents over the the smell of fish scales. Life at the lake!
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I can feel the sense of frustration in this piece. So well written.
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Wow!!! What a stunning image
“and pain like an anniversary”
Muchđź’šlove
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Thank you!!
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