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!  ~