Read Write Poem prompt #94’s challenge is to create a piece based on the above photo. We were also asked to leave a reflection or idea in the comment section of what the photo might signify to us. This was my comment:
I’m intrigued by the dark spot on the solar plexis of the vague white figure. The solar plexis chakra signifies psychic intuition or a sense of “knowing”. The fact that the spot is black instead of yellow might indicate the red figure – which is sharply focused – is attempting to “bleed” or suck the psychic energy from the white figure.
This is my poem.
solar plexis
It was the knowing that
drew them inexorably together
she possessed and he needed
she was centered and he, twisted
his spirit had shriveled from the
strength of his bitterness, from
years of obsession and suspicion
that depleted his strength, rendering
his knowing impotent
but in her he sensed a fullness
a deep intuition and true spirit
in a calculated ploy, he moved
in for the pillage
Charlotte Hamrick 
those last four lines slayed me
I think I have experienced exactly that before, only the black mark on my solar plexis is invisible.
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I have to admit I missed the blue dot on the white figure. It was important to you. There seemed to me to be a counterpoint of good and evil in this poem. Then your conclusion left me with one oft used phrase echoing in my mine: “Isn’t that just like a man?” I have a wife and two daughters, I’m trapped. Love the poem.
Regards,
DH
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Homing in on the next victim?
There is a relentless feel to the flow of this that I found quite suitable for the poem.
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Interesting interpretation of the visual clues! I like the way you have brought your knowing, your knowledge to bear as you pillage the photo for your art.
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Paul Oakley
Blogging his ReadWritePoem poems at
Inner Light, Radiant Life
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I really like the ending here. It’s both appropriate and so unexpected. I also like the implications of the solar plexus as an umbilical, womb-like place, something that gives her fullness and centers her, and also provides an ironic common point for their being joined.
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Julie, I did have someone in mind when I wrote this so it seems we have a shared experience.
Donald, thank you. It’s interesting…that blue dot just kept pulling me in.
Mark, yes exactly: homing in on his victim. Although the genders could def be vice versa.
Paul, lmao! I did pillage as well, didn’t I?!
David, very well said. Thank you!
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Oh, this is GOOD! The rotten scoundrel attempting to sap everything good and pure…I especially liked your description of his shriveled soul…great!
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Doncha love how the word “shrivel” sounds like what it is?! Glad you liked it, Cynthia. Thanks!
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I like the way your poem zeros in on the prey. A very well written and smoothly developing poem. it slithers. =D
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It’s the calculation that does one in. 🙂 Oh, yeah, and the pillage. Good piece.
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nicely done….thanks for sharing this
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Nice work..
let the red bleed
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Not a nice person! But a great interpretation of the photo.
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Thanks, all, for your comments and for visiting!
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Wow, you really saw deeply into this image.
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A great take on the image. And many thanks for visiting my blog.
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Zouxzoux! I so wish I were able to visit you on WordPress more often. This is amazing. I actually saw the psychic drain deepening in her solar plexus when I hit those last few lines — “pillage” is the perfect word. Makes me feel like I need an auric cleansing. 😉
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