Sunday, September 10, 2017

The Return of Black and White Photography - Call of the Young

Call of the Young 
Photo-Poetry
Matthew Marlo R Rotor 

Now and then a rainbow appears in the sky, 
wonder - if it's in black and white; 
Only by imagination that it exists, outcry
of pure beauty in the night.  

  VOICE OF INNOCENCE 
Hear the child’s voice of awe and wonder;
      its echo before and yonder;
Pure sound of innocence to remember
      in life’s stormy weather. 

SKY HIGH
                   Not all things in the sky fall;
dreams must soar or not at all,
as man must walk big and tall
to win life’s promise and goal.

             KEYHOLE OF LIFE
                        Through a keyhole
a child sees life in its dawn,
eager to walk down its hall   
all on his own.     

 MOTHER AND CHILD II
  
Move over Sir Raphael,
your obra maestra is too pure;
and heaven too far from hell,
and life on earth obscure.

LOAFING
 
                          How time flies into air castles,
   fairyland of the mind at ease;
Loafing old and young at peace
     knell the bells in Idleness.

COMFORT
 
Touch is second to none 
of a loving hand
of an old to the young,
daughter or son.

DOCTOR, DOCTOR, I’M SICK
“Doctor, doctor, I’m sick,” the adage would say,
When threat comes along the way;
Warning unheeded drives the doctor away,
And patient and mother but to pray.

TEAMWORK
 
The gene in action for gregariousness,
evolution at work;
From ants to beasts in the wilderness,
to the busy stork.

CHECK-UP
 
 A sound mind in a sound body,
that’s the Spartan way
to be happy, healthy and gay
at any hour of day.

 BEFORE A WALL
 
Whatever lies beyond the wall
wouldn’t this duo care to find,
in the idleness of youth and time;
wait ‘til the wall shall fall -
Mercy! woe to their kind!  ~

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