Fresh Louisiana satsumas were one of the things on my table this past week.
Magazines, glue sticks and my journal were also on my table.
When I was all done I had a found poem in my journal (among other things):
transforming pain into words-
once you start, it's hard to stop.
heart-wrenching
are you comfortable being...
what's next
Navigate life
no, you aren't dreaming
YOU ARE ONE GUTSY WOMAN
LIVE
getting unstuck
the possibilities are (not) endless
what do I
yearn for?
there's no turning back.
(This is my contribution to Gallery 27 of the 52 Photos Project: On the Table.)
(This is my contribution to Gallery 27 of the 52 Photos Project: On the Table.)
I'm always impressed by visual journals, yet have never been drawn to creating one myself, even after taking a class on the topic at Art Unraveled. Yet I create digital collages virtually everyday on Polyvore. Odd! All this to say: I love what's in your heart and on your table.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Meri! I am very sporadic on working in my visual journals but when I do, I find it to be a very meditative process.
DeleteCool! I love the way you were able to compose your poem using random words and phrases you found in a magazine. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arnoldo!
DeleteLove your journal page! Found poetry is so much fun, isn't it? (Your table looks a lot tidier than mine!)
ReplyDeleteAh, PrairieJill, I might have tidied my table up a bit before I took the picture! I do enjoy found poetry.
DeleteNow you have me wondering what a Louisiana "satsuma" is, the word somehow giving me visions of either a small tsunami or some kind of spicy sausage. Silly, I know; but by now you are used to this old man's mind. The phrasing of your poem, however, lends clear meaning to at least some of your journey, my friend. Life gets stirred in some of us and we need to get it "out in the open", to examine it as we go. Journals and blogs and these photgraphs help. Thanks for sharing, Annie. Always nice stopping here.
ReplyDeleteYes, Jim, I love your sometimes quirky way of thinking! Satsumas are small oranges that have very few seeds and peel easily. They are usually fairly sweet, as oranges go. I'm always glad to have you stop by...
DeleteAnd an excellent contribution it is, too. I could find so many layers of meaning in your poem. It prompted some thinking, and I suspect that will continue and that I will come back to it again. I also wondered about satsuma. It reminds me of Japanese wrestling, though. =)
ReplyDeleteI'm always glad to know when I have inspired others to think and follow their own rabbit trails of thought! That's funny, satsuma=Japanese wrestling! I had no idea people would be so curious and would not know what I was referring to!
DeleteI know! they're oranges. (I looked it up, just had to).
ReplyDeleteyou just never know where creativity and a free-thinking mind will lead you and I really like what's on your table this week. you're a freethinker. happy week to you Annie.
Thanks, Ms. Becky!
Delete"Navigate life" - it's all we can do! Sometimes you love the road you find yourself on, detours and everything, cause you see something you'd never have seen otherwise. Sometimes the traffic is so horrible...but you stick it out to get where you're going.
ReplyDeleteSticking it out is much better than the alternative (which, for me, would be to get mad and quit)!
DeleteAnnie, what struck me was "the possibilities are not endless." Sadly, so very true. Also "there's no turning back." I wish. Life is just too flippin' weird sometimes.
ReplyDeleteVery cool how you took these media-clichés-soundbites and made them work for you.
Miche
Glad you liked them, Miche!
DeleteLove it! I am partial to collages. I always like what you write/create.
ReplyDeleteThanks, POE!
Deletestriking to read the typewritten poem and then realize fully how you created your journal page. love this poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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