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Sunday, 17 April 2011


                                                              

                                                             

                                                               Who Will?

 

                                                               How many thoughts depart
                                                               each time a mind goes out?
                                                               How many brilliant, or dull dreams,
                                                               does death disperse?

                                                               Who will wonder why,
                                                               when we’re all gone?

                                                               © James Rainsford 2011




Note to readers:
Thought I'd post a poem to my own photo for this week's photo challenge on One Shot Poetry.
It's been enlightening and humbling to read so many thoughtful responses to my photos. Thanks to all who've contributed. James. 

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10 comments:

  1. dustus17 April 2011 at 21:58

    A sparkling, rhetorical gem of a poem.

    Can't thank you enough for a wonderful One Shoot Sunday, James. It's wonderful to witness many poets enjoying the work you've shared. Some excellent, inspired responses based on your photography.

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  2. Fireblossom17 April 2011 at 22:32

    I suppose that "why" won't matter, then.

    Your photographs are lovely andmake wonderful prompts, and it was a fine idea to present a choice.

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  3. Unknown17 April 2011 at 23:01

    thanks for your great pics ...your contribution on the wordy side is really poignant enjoyed it very much ..thank you

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  4. Beachanny18 April 2011 at 02:06

    These and many more thoughts along these lines I've been thinking lately. Your succinct poem captures them very well. Thank you for the wonderful photos for us to use as inspiration. They certainly brought forth a plethora of jewels today. I've enjoyed them all. The tube escalators were particularly inviting. Were they at the South Wimbledon station? I was going to write a tube poem but couldn't quite realize it in time. I thought at first it was Charing Cross but it wasn't quite right I didn't think. I think London is heaven and I feel most electric myself in tube stations. Thank you again.

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  5. Gemma Wiseman18 April 2011 at 11:44

    When we are all gone, the why will return as dust to some knowing star! A quiet thought with a T.S.Eliot overwhelming question attached!

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  6. Helena White18 April 2011 at 13:28

    Thank you for your amazing photos as they certainly do inspire... I missed the link, but would love for you to take a look at my prose...

    http://memoryboxcreations.blogspot.com/2011/04/depression.html

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  7. Kerry O'Connor18 April 2011 at 14:49

    How interesting to read your poetic interpretation of your photo, and you voice a question I have often asked myself: Where does it all go? The energy, ideas, longing... life.

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  8. Anonymous18 April 2011 at 21:41

    "Who will wonder why,
    when we’re all gone?"

    Powerful ending! Thank you for so generously sharing your wonderful photographs.

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  9. dannym19 April 2011 at 11:04

    A very thought provoking photograph and a lovely poem voicing some of the most unanswerable questions in the universe.

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  10. Brian Miller19 April 2011 at 16:02

    thank you for a wonderful group of pics for one shoot...was a delight to write about...that last question...heavy...nicely done james...

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