When we see a photo of someone laughing, we can’t help but smile back.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s Photo Play and Prompt. Our feature photo at the top of the page was shot by bowenmurphy. It is pure joy. You can almost hear the sparkling laughter!
In the next photograph, Richard shares a candid of his daughters hugging it out. The accompanying poem he wrote compares their formative years to a movie. Rivalry, hair tugs, and the usual bickering evolve into appreciation and bonds of affection. He says it well:
In the end, there is the love and laughter,
suddenly, like a plot, but there is no script for this.
POETRY PROMPT: Find inspiration from one of the photos in the post and respond with a poem. Leave your poem in the comment box.
Be sure to check out the highlights from Photo Prompt participants on the Photo Play Pinterest board! And keep clicking and/or playing with words.
Photos by bowenmurphy, Richard Maxson, and Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.
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Maureen Doallas says
Beautiful daughters, Richard.
Thank you for your comments on the Hutchison interview. They are much appreciated.
Richard Maxson says
Thanks, Maureen. I was lucky to get capture this moment. Both daughters were married this year, Abby in July and Allison two days ago. True to their personalities, Abby planned an elaborate wedding with reception, 200 guests, photographs, the whole magilla. Allison quietly married, just she and her husband in a park in Austin and called family and friends that evening to let them know.
Thank you for the Hutchison interviews. His responses were insightful and reassuring for those of us who have no clue how to fully interpret poetry as calculus.
Richard Maxson says
Thanks, Heather, for the post. We’ve already informed the girls of their 15 minutes (although, I’m sure they’re in for more).
Heather Eure says
Aww, nice! They are lovely girls, Richard.
Simply Darlene says
Richard,
What a a great, candid moment of fun — I’ve not been able to capture such a glimpse — because if there’s laughter, I’m joining in and I loose the focus and the image. :-)\
And, congrats on all the marriages.
Blessings.
Richard Maxson says
Thank you, Darlene. We are so happy for these sisters and their new husbands.
Oh, I have a folder full of out-of-focus photos of moments like this. It makes me admire Andrew Mills, the sports photographer who captured, in only three frames in perfect focus, Odell Beckham Jr. catch a touchdown pass with three fingers.
Richard Maxson says
Bentonville, Arkansas is only an hour from Eureka Springs. It is the home of the amazing Crystal Bridges art museum and the Waltons. No, not those Waltons, I mean Sam and family.
http://tinyurl.com/o9qkx2l
The Emperor of Wal-Mart
Call the next special of the day,
the irresistible one that turns a cart
in mid-stride, the jabbering jam-packer
of aisles. The wenches dawdle in the profusion
the box boys bring and compare their newspapers.
Take the nectar from the voice to heart.
The only emperor is the emperor of Wal-Mart.
Take for the dresses this deal.
Take the truck mud-flaps and door knobs,
and the fake embroidered pillows, cheap,
and heap them not so high that you can’t see
the coming light that in the aisle protrudes.
On the fork lift he rides and sings of house wares,
of furniture that comes in unassembled parts.
The only emperor is the emperor of Wal-Mart.
(Apologies to Wallace Stevens)
Heather Eure says
Clever, Richard! Mr. Stevens “let be be finale of seem” fits the hallowed aisles of The Wal-Mart. Bet he’d find this poem as amusing as I did.
Laura Brown says
Intersection
Yes, you look familiar, too.
I’m about to catch the bus—
I did go to P.S. 132.
Wait—is it—Gus?
You were the one who didn’t eat cheese
and gave me yours in the caf.
Remember spoon-catapulting peas
to make that sad kid laugh?
And learning to write, when we figured out
one letter could change a word—
see bee pee, boot toot poot—
and the principal overheard?
And behind the pull-down map of the earth
when you tried to give me a kiss?
Nah, there’ll be another. It’s worth
missing a bus for this.
Heather Eure says
Such fun, Laura! “Remember spoon-catapulting peas/to make that sad kid laugh?” is one of my favorite parts. 🙂
Laura Brown says
Mine too.
Richard Maxson says
Thanks.