Crimsonimplication

in #poetry6 years ago

Crimsonimplication

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photographic exploration
& original poetry
by @d-pend
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Crimsonimplication


Unpoetic —
Or the impenetrable precambrian?
Florescing branch,
ontology of interludes, the rambling kin

Majestic,
heuristic:
delineations fracturesque.

Insistent,
beleaguering—
the heft of life's behest.


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Photos & poem
by @d-pend
10/4/18
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Photos taken
with iPhone 8+
at Linville Falls, NC.


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Nice!

Nice!

Saludos, @d-pend

Awesome pictures. Great effects. The upsidedownness can be very disturbing. The last image magnifies some the early effects. A certain claustrophobic (beleaguered?) impression despite the openness of the scenery. The mirror-like effect, the continuum of dimensions or worlds can be both appealing and scary.

Not sure how to read this poem. On the one hand there seems to be an exploration of family (kin), but also at the macro level an exploration of earth as a proto family out of which all us descend, all of us share the crimson that flows through it and that makes us one with it.

Our relationship with earth, like all family relations can be tense and problematic.

From the early eon what can we know for certain? What do we know of our ancestors, the origin of our kin? How can we penetrate that history and better understand who we are and why we are the way we are?

Successive generations of rocks and mountains and animals and trees leave traces, ramifications; some of great import, others inconsequential.
Just like family.

The contemplation of rocks issues self-examination. Their majesty can be humbling. Even in their fractures there is evidence of fortitude. Their imposing authority interpellates us. We are constantly sieged by

the heft of life's behest.

And, like with family, that’s the implication of bloodlines. That’s the weight of their commands.

Very good analysis, appreciated @hlezama. I find your final comments very successful:

The contemplation of rocks issues self-examination. Their majesty can be humbling. Even in their fractures there is evidence of fortitude. Their imposing authority interpellates us. We are constantly sieged by
the heft of life's behest.
And, like with family, that’s the implication of bloodlines. That’s the weight of their commands.

Well done!

Thanks, @zeleiracordero. I'll drop by yours tomorrow (all day working on some translations).

What wonderful shots and what feeling so deep and complete is felt from the bottom of that majestic landscape where nature showed off its best clothes. I can see and feel your emotion before I write. Each word tries to translate that and tries it from the same title; "Crimsonimplication", nothing usual but committed to the essence of the emotion to be translated.
Being is so involved with nature and its spectacular offering to the eye that it wanders and settles not only in contemplation, but in the sound of the harps of the eternal. There is celestial music in everything that moves in that sacred mountain environment:

Majestic,
heuristic:
delineations fracturesque.

Life searches its way between stones and water, coming to flower ecstatic manifestations that leave in sight the divine magnificence expressed in everything that happens when communicating with everything that is present: lights, colors. smells, sounds or rumors that become songs for seasoned ears. It is God speaking of life.

Insistent,
beleaguering—
the heft of life's behest.

Infinitely grateful for all the love you give me, I can only recognize its greatness. You are loved and respected, Mr. Daniel Pendergraft. (I noticed your noble gesture towards me, but it remains for me to know if it has a specific purpose, I remain at your gratifying orders).

La naturaleza es la madre de la poesía. Las fotografías hablan por sí mismas. Es un hermoso lugar. La última foto muestra cómo el hombre hace cambios en la naturaleza por su utilidad. Saludos @ d-pend.

Nature is the mother of poetry. The photographs speak for themselves. It is a beautiful place. The last photo shows how man makes changes in nature for its usefulness. Greetings @ d-pend.

Nature is the mother of poetry.

Excellent collation, @corderosiete. You have established a successful parameter of one of the poem's intentions. Well done!

Great photography @d-pend. I think maybe I have seen this place or maybe even some of the photos ;) Fun to see your own photos with your poems

That is a majestic rock face Daniel,

The last photo edit in purple makes me smile. To me It is the reflection of Precambrian times. I like the implications and like your style of teaching.

Almost haiku. You should explore short poems more :)

These shots are nearly the same as the ones your mom posted. It must be a good place for shots. I'd really love to visit that area someday.

Astonishment sometimes is derived from stones ;) . Crisp, rigid and somehow void ones ;) . Fossil are void, being, in essence, nothing but materialized death. Upvoted and resteemed.

Dear @d-pend sir!
in Implication , these beautiful portrait gives patience to face every difficulties as well reading to beautiful poem makes mind cool.A restless mind never looks bright side of life.we should always cheerful in every condition as these woods , waterfall teach us a lesson to be happy in every situation.
Regards sir.

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