Portrait of Sophia

I met Sophia at Panera Bread, which doesn’t just have good bread but has great soup and salads. In fact, as I made this portrait I noticed that her mom was having my favorite soup, the Vegetarian Autumn Squash Soup, which is only on the menu during the fall months.

I was enamored with the sight of Sophia gnawing on a piece of bread larger than her head. I also liked her hair flower and, of course, her big, big eyes.

Sophia was ten months old. She liked her Great Dane, bread and playing with other kids.

Sophia loved the beach.

Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin ©2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.

Study Red on Green

Red Sunset Over Green Sea

drinking wine
basket full of cheese
perfect spring lunch
on the beach

soft iridescence
against a carmine sky
wings reflecting cherry
soaring in the wind

red hot questions
on cool olive sand
volatile lust
in a gust of brine

green ocean spray
choreographed
always in her memory
lines of emptiness

she wants to crush
but in her wicked hands
she holds a green dragonfly
to be caged for life

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This was written and posted for:

dversepoets Play with Color – Posted by Victoria at liv2write2day

I chose Victoria’s direction : choose two complementary colors (colors that are opposite of one another on the color wheel) and weave them into a single poem and also to choose colors to paint an emotion.

I have studied a lot of color, both pigment and light, so this was fun. Obviously, green and red are complimentary colors. Sometimes the sun looks red, and the sea looks green, thought a picnic under these unique circumstances would be really cool.

I played around with this picture myself.

Train At Night

The slow surf beats
until the rocks
are pillows.
High tide
is a sigh.

Potent stars
defiantly battle
city lights.
The sandy beach
is exhibited
as a satin spread.

Vertigo is
the offspring
of the Island’s beacon
until a circle
of light
snaps in the horizon.

From miles beyond
the vain beam gropes for
reflective metals
embedded in the cliffs.
When the angle
is just right
the spherical ray
ignites
the lonely shores.

Like a clap
of thunder
a whistle warns.
Stillness.
The chug captures
every
biological pulse.

The cars’ silhouettes
grow and diminish
in the wake
of the winds.

At the tail
Everything
along the parallel avenue
Defies gravity
then
breathlessly
settles into place.
The sounds slip
behind another hill.

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Written for:

D’verse Poets
Challenge posted by Claudia Schoenfeld

Photo from   Moonlight at Albermarle Sound, Edenton, NC

I wrote this in 1992, when I was living in Edwards, WA. It was inspired by the way the train coming down the tracks, by Puget Sound.