"Words pour from us for so many different reasons: triggered by emotion, sight, sound, smell.
And watching them form is a fascinating process of creation that differs from person to person: place an image in front of 10 writers, and they will all say something completely different.
It's not just words that an image can pull from us, but thoughts, questions, desires, hidden contemplations that sit beneath the surface, silently awaiting an opportunity to be asked to express themselves.
This week I watched my poet-friend, Rene Foran, turn a photo of cigarettes in an ashtray into a personal meditation on something more esoteric….I'll leave the rest to you to ponder..."
my breath
Braja Sorensen is originally from Australia but has spent most of her adult life living and working in London, the United States, and New Zealand, and she has lived in West Bengal, India, for over 11 years. Lost & Found in India (Hay House Int’l, Nov. 2012) is her first published work in the mainstream market, though she has other published works in the Vaishnava field. Braja's award-winning poetry has been published in the UK and Australia, and she was the Editor for Mayapur Magazine and Mayapur Journal. While she writes for several publications internationally and has several books being prepared for publishing, she’s waiting for Vogue Magazine to see the light and give her a damned column. Until then she can be found stalking her photographic site, Braja's India; on her Facebook profile; or through our Yoga in the Gita site.
And watching them form is a fascinating process of creation that differs from person to person: place an image in front of 10 writers, and they will all say something completely different.
It's not just words that an image can pull from us, but thoughts, questions, desires, hidden contemplations that sit beneath the surface, silently awaiting an opportunity to be asked to express themselves.
This week I watched my poet-friend, Rene Foran, turn a photo of cigarettes in an ashtray into a personal meditation on something more esoteric….I'll leave the rest to you to ponder..."
~Braja Sorensen~
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| Photograph by Kathy Fornal |
We All Fall for Ashes
by Rene Foran
white smoke
collection plate
chalk dust rubbed
from heaven's slate
lace mantilla
frames your face
kiss me
with the passion
of a suffering
saint
grace amazing
december eight
the night is dark
and the hour's
late
your sights
above me
yet here i wait
lighting up
another courage
break
chasing haloes
my breath
you take
my soul you burn
down
to the stake
watch them all line up
see them all fall down
for the sake of ashes
Lord the way you
roll me
holy smokes
let me
into you
a sacred,
secret work
of art and
i will love you
and all that
you ponder
in your
heart
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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