Is it trash or is it art? When my grandkids, my husband, and I were canoeing on Sunday, we passed this piece of metal.
“Look at that! It looks like a heart.”
“I want a photo of it.” Jeff knows what that means. He has often rerouted our canoe trips because of my directions to get a picture. I was extra pleased when, by the time we made it back to the “art”, there was a beautiful reflection of it in the bayou water.
I hope this photo inspires you to stop and see. Maybe write a small poem. If you write a poem, share it in the comments and encourage other writers with responses. Today, I wrote a 15 word poem.
If you find
still water,
place a piece
of your heart near;
reflect imperfect love.
Margaret Simon, draftIf you would like to participate in the Kidlit Progressive Poem for National Poetry Month, sign up in the comments on this post.
Reflections on the Teche 
This slice shows so well your strong observational skills. You notice. You revisit. You take a photo to keep seeing it. These are the steps needed to write! Thanks for the reminder.
look
again
and again
for what you seek
is there before you
waiting for you to see
I like the pattern and repetition, concluding with “waiting for you to see.”
Beautiful, Mary Lee. I like the enjambment you chose. And this sweet message, which I had to read carefully to find: “for what you seek is there” Your poem itself makes us “look again and again”
Shapes
Let your shadow
be a reflection
of your love
Sweet. Thanks for writing.
Kathy, what a great message. I’m picturing my shadow reflecting love and following me. I want to live like that.
So impressed with how you manage to find beauty everywhere!
my heart reflects
the joy of nature
the wonder of the world
I carry within
Rose, I was able to format in my edit mode. I hope this is what you meant for the line breaks. I can only hope that I carry the beauty with me.
Thank you, Margaret. I appreciate that!
Rose, I love the idea of carrying within “the wonder of the world” That is a great way to live.
From Avalyn, 5th grade shows the power of an acrostic poem. She used my blog site title Reflections on the Teche:
Right here someone’s heart lies
Eagerly waiting for someone to come and admire their
Forsaken beauty.
Lingering past
Every line has a story
Cuts in the heart stay wounded
The vines encase it
It is held by many small hands
Open to falling
Never it will though
Safe from harm
Open arms save it
Night will just come again
This will never know
How this happened
Everything seems so surreal
The heart on the Teche
Every line has a story
Can’t fall
Harm’s gone
Everything is reflected on the Teche.
Lovely, Avalyn!
Avalyn, what a great idea for a poem, this photo with the reflection and the acrostic of reflections on the teche. I like the repeated: “Every line has a story”
still water…..or still?
it may be a moonshine still
revenuer-slashed
This is a funny take on my one little word, still. I hadn’t thought of the moonshine still. Ha!
“revenuer-slashed” made me laugh
What a great heart art installation there on the bayou. I love the reflection of imperfect love. What else can we reflect?
Peace will come
wait for it in the still
small voice of the heart
“the still small voice” is the one I choose to listen to.
“the still small voice of the heart” – sigh!
What a wonderful photo to remind us of the value in pausing and looking twice!