Just to mess with perspective, how about a drone shot?
First, here’s a typed text version of today’s chunk of poem (turns out, the next couple of obvious images wouldn’t all fit on this one page… so, you’re going to have to put up with at least one more day of experimenting after this before you get to the end of the whole poem… I’ll combine the everything into a recap post when I get to the end…)
We walk
hemmed in by stone walls
pilgrim-pounded dirt
beneath our feet,
above us
a strip of Spanish blue -
a sky-blown path to follow.
We walk our stories
together - memories
lifted from hidden places
examined, refolded.
Creases shift. Night falls.
We collapse into our bunks
changed.
I must say a HUGE thank you to those who have posted your comments and suggestions - here, on Facebook, and in private messages. The feedback is invaluable. And, I have to say, this is really weird (and wonderful) to be having a dialogue with readers as the project is being written!
One thought inspired by yesterday’s discussion was to include the full text of the poem in a sidebar, as above. In the first version I did this evening, I left out any words from the illustration/collage. Then, I reconsidered and added selected phrases that, as one reader pointed out, some people would never read.
Let me know your thoughts - I am all ears.
That’s all for tonight, but remind me to tell you about the really weird conversation I had with ChatGPT and the sonnet the bot wrote for me…