Birthing A Poem
Rarely is it a bursting desire
or a secret unearthed,
more often it's a pausing,
a quietude that invites reflection.
It's an image often glimpsed,
captured with film, sometimes quickly,
other times background, lighting,
composition agonized over.
It's words poured forth
as if ruptured, flowing effortlessly,
other times doubled over,
labor pains so intense I swear it's the last one -
but after a few days my eye sees an image
my heart wants to hold,
and well, I've rarely been recognized
for my discipline and restraint.
by Margaret Bednar, February 6, 2014
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Find Your Creative Space". These photos are examples of me taking my time, and getting lucky with the birds that happened to be flying by.