Beautiful Inheritance: camp fires

Monday, August 2, 2010

camp fires

There is something
very poetic
about
a glowing fire
crackling in the evening
shadows-
the way its warmth
lights up the night
and the
chill
is pushed back
and I feel all
warm and
snuggly
inside-
it reminds me of poetry.

1 comment:

EmmaAugust 12, 2010 at 9:06 PM
Sara, I love this series of poems that follow this same format. I really really love the way you describe things that have always reminded ME of poetry but I've never tried to describe before.
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why i love it:

"To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them."
~Elliott Erwitt

"As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced."
~Sam Abell

"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence." ~Ansel Adams

"The idea is to write so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart."
~Maya Angelou

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anais Nin

""It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop." ~Vita Sackville-West