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I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please :)). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and will soon be added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook.
Every fortnight we hope to host a photograph suggested by contributors. So, keep those photograph recommendations coming. Submit your favourite images (with credit) for next week’s Picture it & write!
If I somehow managed to jump out of the airplane, would the clouds catch me? Would they stop my fall? Could I leap, skip, and stroll across the bountiful cloud fields? I wanted to stuff my face with handfuls of cloud, like a child with candy. Sight was not enough. I needed to taste, hear, and feel. I pressed my fingertips against the thick glass. The beauty of the sky overwhelmed me and warm tears streaked my cheeks. I was neither here or there. I was nowhere and yet, everywhere. Now that I had savoured such a heavenly sight, I knew I never wanted to touch the ground again.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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I love the picture! Here’s a poem for it :)
The mighty baker
Rolls up His sleeves
The kitchen light illuminates
The dough that’s soon to bake
Flour spreads out
Upon a blue counter
The pound of thunder comes
He kneads until His work is done
The oven tray
Goes into fiery oven
And flour is left in many clusters
To our eyes, they’re clouds in Summer
Ha, Zeus the baker. This is really unique!
Thanks mjray! I took it myself. ^^ Great poem. Such a great innovative idea. I loved the imagery of clouds in summer, crispy brown from the sun. I definitely didn’t expect a contribution about bread! Thanks for contributing this week. :)
I like the skydiving tease, Ermi. :) I also really like the thought of never touching the ground again. I can easily get both of those feelings from this picture!
I get that feeling everytime I fly. :) Thanks, Annie! I hope you get the opportunity to write something this week.
I will, I was just gone all day today. :)
This reminded me of a couple of the dreams I had back in 2010 about cotton candy and about flying for the first time. Here’s Taste a Rainbow.
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cool.. great idea :)
Thanks! You should join us. :)
http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/clouds/
Ermisenda: ” I was neither here or there. I was nowhere and yet, everywhere. ” THAT line made me love your entry so much :D
Thanks, Eliza. :D It’s definitely what I feel when I’m up in the air. Another great, short contribution from you this week. I like the emotional sway between the feelings of relief and dread in your piece. I like your take on making the clouds a reminder of our tears, our struggles. Nice!
My post will be coming soon, promise, but for now I wanted to let you two know that I have nominated you for the inspiring blog award <3
http://authormercedes.wordpress.com/2012/04/30/inspiring-blog-award/
I love this picture but couldn’t come up with much more than this:
Clouds that look like glaciers hovering
I wonder if I dip my hand in
If I will feel the sea between my fingers
Thank you very much for the inspiring blog award! I’m glad you find Ermilia inspiring. It’s what we try to do! I really liked your contribution. It doesn’t matter that it’s short, my contributions are never particularly long anyway. ^^ I really liked the imagery choice of ‘glaciers hovering’. It feels like a fantasy intro. Great work!
thank you, and you are so welcome, you both deserved the award ;]
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In the clouds I see her face,
in the softness i feel her grace.
In the distant I see her glow,
as she smiled and told me,
I had to let go.
In the darkness I see a tear,
because i know she thinks
was je maar hier. (I wish you were here, but then in Dutch)
– Otheus
Thanks for contributing this week, Otheus. This was a beautiful poem, I love the addition of the Dutch sentence at the end. It gave the poem an even more “Otheus” edge. I really liked this one. :)
This is really sweet. I also like the Dutch at the end.
I had a dream
A dream where I could come out of my body, get away from the modern and materialistic world, and go high up upon the clouds. At first I was afraid I could not breathe. But a soul is immortal and needs no oxygen to survive. It only needs the love of Mother Nature.
And thus I admired her silky pillows and wondered how it would feel to lie down on them… I slowly flew towards a big fluffy cloud but when I let myself fall, I fell for real. And I fell back into my human body.
Heya, evilnymphstuff! Thanks for contributing this week. I adore the description of the clouds as “silky pillows”. I also liked how you took the approach of describing a dream. The sky and the clouds are often images we associate with dreams… although ironically, I rarely dream with clouds. Thanks for the great story!
I really like this, MD! The soul needs only the love of Mother Nature. :) I’ve fallen back into my body that way so many times, and my mind has concocted so many crazy explanations…
Not sure if the pingback will arrive or not, but never mind :P Here’s mine!
http://febuary2011.wordpress.com/2012/05/06/his-restless-nature/
Oh so brilliant! I loved the concept and the execution. At first I thought you were talking about the gods creating and destroying before I realised the twist. Fantastic! I loved these lines ‘Goddesses, and elves, and water-nymphs/Their long-lashed eyes gazing down from the heavens…/But only for a heartbeat, a snapshot:/Before they become boring, and torn to shreds’ Great work, Tanitha. I’m very glad you contributed this week!