My 1st chōka
brown blanket threadbare tattered shivering bodies trampled by spiders succumbing to elements blown cold against curb blue pebbles await beyond golden barrier chance crevice veiled by despair only one dares hope haltingly extends upwards feeling its way to heaven
d’Verse poetics prompt:
‘Exploring the realm of Minimalist Photography’
At d’Verse, we were instructed to select one of twelve photographs by Glenn Buttkus and write a poem. It could be an ekphrastic poem. It could be philosophical, dark, romantic, or solemn. Share what you feel about Minimalist photography when you see it. The idea here is to provoke an emotion, and what better way to pour them out rather than poetry?
I selected the 4th photograph, titled ‘Leaves and yellow curb’ and penned a chōka.