Westward a bunch of flowers adorns the table
in the living room upstairs
sent by kind neighbours after person(s) unknown
threw an empty bottle through
a downstairs bedroom window
Northly I sit in the yard garden smiling
wearing a new shirt and waistcoat
bought by my love
finally getting a photo I like
for all my online avatars
A Buddha sits on the window sill
South view over his shoulder
sheltered beneath a tree size avocado
final success after countless
failures to grow from a pit
A Buddha head sits among plants
on a garden shelf, contemplating
fossils garnered on English beaches
and brought East by our son from Mexico
but not from its yellow hills
Clematis blooms pink against
the impossible blue of the May sky
fluffed with clouds
each year the Montana climbs
to such height
Photos call us home
in a sixth dimension
of the heart
© Andrew Wilson, 2023
Today’s post is written for Laura Bloomsbury in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft over at the dVerse Poets Pub.
The prompt is based on “Five Directions to my house” by the poet Juan Filipe Herrera.
Thanks for joining in Andrew – I really liked following the direction home in photos – a unique take on the prompt and an enjoyable free styled read
P.s. very nice avatar 😉
Thanks, Laura – sometimes I wonder what to do with all the photographs I take, but this prompt made me realise that each photo is in itself, a prompt to a moment in time…,
“the impossible blue of the May sky
fluffed with clouds”
Some really nice images. Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💛love
I like your perspective here, never moving from the home, everything relates to it, homing in. Such a scrapbook of images too, Mexico, fossils, flowers and a bottle though the window…
Thanks, Gillena – any excuse for a poetic trip to the Carribean…
Once I had the idea, I just took the first images in my phone that were home related and worked with them – thanks for visiting Jane…
I like these glimpses of your home (and you) from all directions. It sounds and looks like a very peaceful place–except for the bottle thrown through the window. Nice photo of you, Andrew!
Why thank you kindly Merril – I liked the opportunity to share a bit of myself and my home….
Such marvelous views and just coming from Pauls that gives me wanderlust, yours begs me to stay put.
What more could one hope for Björn – glad you enjoyed it!
I like the travelogue of your home, where you are the hub around which the rest revolves. Neat pictures, Andrew. So sorry an idiot threw a bottle through your window.
Thank you, Lisa – its the first time anything like that has happened – for the most part it is a very quiet back street! The look of the house has an equal amount to do with Barbara…
It’s always nice to get flowers, though the reason that prompted these, stinks. I enjoyed the calmness throughout your poem.
and its nice to record a beautiful bunch of flowers for posterity and then to have a reason to share the pictures Melissa…