Photo Challenge #418 was posted on June 14, 2022, by weejars in Photo Challenge. I’ve never taken part in this challenge but was inspired by what I saw at Sadje’s @Keepitalive website and wish to enter a trio on the prompt.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 *all good children go to heaven-- heaven breaks down all the children plunge down, down, down so they turn bad, don't wanna go no more to heaven *
4 2 7 6 1 5 3 Father Sotti comes a waddling through the alley beside the sea a half-pint in his left pocket the crucifix in his right grip he will try hard to reach heaven until his skin turns vomit green but heaven's combination comes in a dreamscape that he can no longer read and though his confessions are not private and his sins pee sodden be the priest believes in heaven, the one place he wants to be *
7 6 5 4 3 2 1 the children in the alley rise up, up, up, and away where y'all think they going, spirited away like that? they all chase after nirvana, of vibrant blue luminescence come on fluorescent lights that tripped and trapped the peccadillo priest inside in an optical illusion going up-- heaven-bound train-- when heaven exists down here * Trio © 2022 selmamartin.com
*line from a nursery rhyme
From the photo, I’m pretty sure I’m witnessing the Phi Phenomenon.
I’m pretty sure the hanging image blinks in succession giving the illusion of “up”
movement like lights popular at Christmas time. They’re mesmerizing, really.
An optical illusion no less.
I looked it up and found that Max Wertheimer, the founding father of Gestalt
psychology was the first to hint at the idea of the existence of the
phi phenomenon as an optical illusion.
So as I wrote my trio of poems, (or more accurately, where the poetry took me)
I kept that thought in mind. Hope you liked them.
Thanks, Sadje,
Thanks, Weejars.
Image: Photo credit Sarah Whiley
Thank you all for reading, I wish you miracles.
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Love your take on this image. Thanks for the mention too Selma.
Your post spoke to me. Lit a spark. Thank YOU 💗
My pleasure dear friend
Great pieces, so original! 👏👏
I like to know that you read this, Tricia. Thanks so much. xoxo
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Love the inspiration behind these poems and their lovely wordplay!
Thanks for appreciating it, Jaya. Thanks for being here. I bless you, always.
It works really well, though I’m a bit worried about that priest 🤔
😉 thanks for reading but do NOT worry about that priest. He’s long gone to meet his maker. I’m sure He let him in. Poor Fr. Sotti, needed lots of praying over. He had a whole town looking out for him. That was the priest I knew growing up. Be well, and don’t worry your pretty head no more. 🤗
What a lovely take, Selma! It is wonderful to be inspired thus. ❤️
Yeah, I got the bug… nice one. Thanks for reading Punam. blessings.
You are welcome, dear Selma.
Your verses have much symbolizm. We all struggle with just what to believe. Higher beings, higher power, and yet we can make things better as we exist if we truly try. Not everyone has to have a guiding book or light. Humanitarianizm and doing justice needs to be taught from day one so-to-speak so there is little room for doubt of what direction ‘up’ is. And if there are any surprises ‘after’ may they all be gentle and good.
Love what you say, Jules. May we all be enlightened so. I bless you. Always. xoxo
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Such a good read this is dear Selma. xoxo