Visual Stimulation. A writing space for all...

[Hollylane]

The idea here is to post a picture, and allow yourself and others to use that as visual stimulation to write poetry, prose, or stories.

All styles of creative writing are welcome.

The Rules: :police:

1. Be kind to one another.
2. If you have something that is not nice to say, please see rule 1.
3. All writing must belong to the poster.
4. Please include the photo you are writing about at the top of your post.

Here is the first photo for your Visual Stimulation:

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5Ct94rQZTc/R1NOESJ7DqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NRTLKI-_iTE/s1600-R/cabin_in_the_woods.jpg

Let's get creative!

[Hollylane]

An example to get things rolling....

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5Ct94rQZTc/R1NOESJ7DqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NRTLKI-_iTE/s1600-R/cabin_in_the_woods.jpg




Steaming buckets of water poured into an enormous claw footed tub that stood in the middle of the cabin's kitchen, brought the cat like quality to her eyes that I had been seeking. I eased into the hot water and beckoned her to join me. And she did, slowly folding her body into the space between my thighs, her buttocks spreading them further. She leaned back against my breasts and sighed heavily. As the thick mist curled up around us, and I felt the tension leave her body, we gazed out across the meadow that lay beyond the uncovered window, and into the sun dappled woods, and she said, "Maybe I can learn to love roughing it".

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[Hollylane]

http://watercolorjourneys.com/arturo&katarina.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://watercolorjourneys.com/arturo&katarina.jpg

So gently do you speak of love, in this ear so attentive to your voice
And it is beautiful how your words take us beyond our imagination
Your soul called out to me like Arturo, from the sea, to the lost Katarina
And I drown, as she did, with the same love and passion that led her to
Their forever embrace…

~Hollylane 9/10/11

[Venus007]

http://watercolorjourneys.com/arturo&katarina.jpg




Once reached the aching pinnacle of struggle I let go and in a peaceful rush faded to a dim dark wooliness.

All was release,
all was nothing,
all was perfect knife-point stillness.

Then we, in brilliant thrust of sounding joy and light, are held on St Teresa’s arrow, sobbing in ecstasy.

Now to drift the soft push plush of ocean rocking like a cradle.

[SoNotHer]

http://watercolorjourneys.com/arturo&katarina.jpg


Arturo and Katarina: Have we ascended or descended? In this embrace, have we unified the world?

Arturo: Within you, my end finds its beginning. I am here in the now and hear only the sound of one. You are answer to my question.

Katarina: Without you, there is only longing and the memory of release. You are the want I want more than anything else. You are the want I can't ignore.

Arturo and Katarina: We are here again in the tall grasses beneath the rush of water and a perfect shutter of sky. What else do we need? We have saved the world with a kiss.

[Hollylane]

http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/despair.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/despair.jpg

I awoke to despair, and cried
Tears of infinite emptiness
Heart bereft of joy, passion
Gobsmacked by the silence

[macele]

i've wrote quite a bit this way, via a picture. i love it. thank you. i will come back and post ... first i must write lol.

question, how do you post a picture?

[Hollylane]

I will pm you and explain...Welcome, enjoy reading and writing!

[macele]

http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/despair.jpg

a gesture by one,
powerless --
wanting to breathe
like she did yesterday

but knowing,
the nurse of salvation
can't heal dying

when the lines are crossed
and she no longer belongs
to the right side of hell.

mac 9/22/11

[macele]

http://www.gordonsnidow.com/mosttimes.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://www.gordonsnidow.com/mosttimes.jpg

She strode, decidedly unladylike, into the sun dappled shadows of the forest behind the barn, putting much distance between herself and the imaginations of children who played docilely with store bought toys in pretty pink bedrooms.

In her mind's eye, the trickling creek in front of her became a great raging river that she carefully picked her way across on slippery stones, while shouldering a knapsack filled with the tools of survival. A butter knife, a roll of twine, a half eaten red licorice whip, a parchment wrapped cheese sandwich, a tattered copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and a salvaged kite, gleaned from the highest branches of the old oak at the school, that the other girls would never dream of climbing.

She found her secret place, deep in the woods, where the only attire ever worn were t-shirts, jeans, cowboy boots, and occasionally, a dusty and well worn old straw hat. No dresses, no skirts, no patent leather shoes were required here. No mother fussing over dirty fingernails, rubbing at her cheeks with a perfumed handkerchief, or moaning over a tear in her dress.

This was her world, with many grand adventures waiting to be revealed.

[Hollylane]

http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1948321-md.jpg

[macele]

http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1948321-md.jpg


my collection of memories
were auctioned a long time ago

so believing that mental miracles
happen to breakdowns like mine,
is vain magic.

but you've waited for me --
a love made of gambaru

hoping that i escape
from this concave exhaustion
... called war.

mac 9/24/11

[macele]

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3178678735_c93d1cbc2f.jpg

[wolfbittenpoet]

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3178678735_c93d1cbc2f.jpg

He stood in the mist fighting down the screams of anguish that tore at his throat. He also fought down the fear that made his heart hammer in his chest. He wasn't scared of the cops though he was trespassing. No this place brought back things he couldn't run from. Memories of happy laughter and love. Memories of raging water and things in the water. Things that should not be.

[Hollylane]

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3178678735_c93d1cbc2f.jpg


This rusting arching metal, serves as a stark visual reminder. That which brings thrills and exuberance, melts into the mists of memory when left untended.

[Hollylane]

http://www.laworldimages.com/Beaches/People/201002076008/1035615961_Bc83Q-L.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://www.laworldimages.com/Beaches/People/201002076008/1035615961_Bc83Q-L.jpg
It only took that last step to complete the circle
Just one more nail, to finish off sealing the coffin
The ball in another’s court, left to deflate all alone
Chains and bindings cast aside, a life interrupted
Begins anew.

[Hollylane]

http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/90438/90438,1209621624,1/stock-photo-couple-dancing-a-tango-in-the-moonlight-12095509.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://localism.com/image_store/uploads/9/4/1/0/5/ar130403806250149.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://localism.com/image_store/uploads/9/4/1/0/5/ar130403806250149.jpg

Ethereal, this mist that lies beautifully upon these open and rolling meadows
Weaving so gently amongst trees, brush, and long blue green wild grasses
If only it were as warm as it is peaceful to these gratefully gazing blue eyes
I would lie beneath it and feel the healing of the Earth Mother’s embrace.
~Hollylane 10/19/2011

[Hollylane]

http://pixdaus.com/pics/1249540919KKL3pEM.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://pixdaus.com/pics/1249540919KKL3pEM.jpg

Fluidity

What is fluidity but the sweeping continual motion, of timeless forward movement?
The earth displays this in its careful polishing and rounding of embedded stones
By the cold, crystal clear, persistent caress of the mountain waters of this brook
Cleaving quietly through the dense valleys of an uninterrupted sun dappled forest

Where one may express that here, there is a lack of civilization, no sense of order
And the voices of humankind do not sing out in the loneliness of such utter silence
Another will see the connection to life, and the possibilities of rebirth and renewal
And feel the Earth’s tones resonate within the inner recesses of their deepest soul

~Hollylane 10/19/11

[Kätzchen]

http://pixdaus.com/pics/1249540919KKL3pEM.jpg


The Rushing of Sound

Sit here with me and listen to the water:
water rushing past us, cold, rippling through our stoned existence,
balancing ever so carefully, the pressure of your warm gaze that drinks me up
as if there will be none of me left.

Feel me, as I brush past your feet;
watch me as I wash your consciousness afresh
with the fragrance of the rushing sound of my heart, my soul, my everything.
The rushing of your sound gives me life and serves completely.

Interdependent, we care for each other;
we rush over rocks and remnant wood
as we flow boundlessly on our journey:
The rushing, the rushing of our sound.

[Artdecogoddess]

http://watercolorjourneys.com/arturo&katarina.jpg


~Hollylane 9/10/11
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Lying next to each other on the blanket
Each could see the grass in a new perspective
You said the ocean
I said the sky
We laughed and laughed
Two stems entwined like dancers.
Wind blowing them into a samba
Ocean waving like surf
We turned in to one another and sighed
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[macele]

http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/despair.jpg


there's a lot going on here. i'd like to know the thoughts of the artist.
if the thoughts are sharing thoughts, of course.

[Hollylane]

http://lulogic.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/message_in_a_bottle.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://lulogic.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/message_in_a_bottle.jpg

As I watched, the freshly corked bottle was born away on the greedy frigid arms of the sea. Contained within, was the note you left me the day you chose to die. My face glowed from the cold kiss of the saline wind, and when my tongue touched my lips, I couldn’t tell whether I tasted the salt of the ocean or my tears. Standing in front of the vastness of the Pacific, I felt so alone and empty without you there.

~Hollylane 11/15/11

[Hollylane]

http://lahaiseslair.com/kristinek/files/2011/05/breaking-free2.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://lahaiseslair.com/kristinek/files/2011/05/breaking-free2.jpg

To Scream After Silence
By Hollylane 11/25/2011

I am remembering what never was
And what could have never been
Because the only thing you ever loved
Was that I loved you with abandon

As I taste the bile, the sick in my throat,
I am hearing with crystal clarity
The seductive song you sang to my soul
when you stole the voice that was mine

You sang it back with sweetened tongue
As if all my lyrics were the words to your song
But now as I stretch bloodied broken wings,
I am liberated from the cincture that is you

Yesterday, I was a silent, unloved fool
Now screaming, I am murdering my memory of you.

[Hollylane]

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zer_fA2W3qY/Tl-SN98oANI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yj76OiiNjas/s320/Broken+Love.jpg

[macele]

http://www.laworldimages.com/Beaches/People/201002076008/1035615961_Bc83Q-L.jpg


into last nights camp fire
the photographs turned to black ash
floating away ...
high darkness ...
and pieces of memory ...

moving on.

- mac

[Hollylane]

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01364/emptyHouse_1364081c.jpg

[Hollylane]

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01364/emptyHouse_1364081c.jpg

Tonight, there is nothing but the immense weight of silence
And there is tremendous power in the presence of nothingness
With not a hint of motion, or sound, there is still the nothing
And it is significantly louder than a scream released.

~Hollylane 12/23/2011

[macele]

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01364/emptyHouse_1364081c.jpg



living hasn't always been this way,
and living won't always be this way.

a miracle ...
planned with a passionate-purpose,
on the ceiling ...
on the walls ...
through the windows.

mac 2/26/12

[Venus007]

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01364/emptyHouse_1364081c.jpg

Alone in my junkie flat, mine, mine, mine, all mine
Off the street, out of the car,
Door that locks
Light that shines
Finally to sleep with both eyes closed
Room on the mattress for legs akimbo
No public whore’s bath tonight, no, tonight a hot shower for as long as I like, naked under the stinging spray
Warn soft sheets on my skin instead of through my clothes over my coat
As I drift off, clean so clean, the radiator ticking and hissing, wraps warm arms around me, assuring I will not wake up frozen and dead

Christina 02/26/2012

[Nerdboi]

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3178678735_c93d1cbc2f.jpg

Please excuse the grammatical errors, am trying to get back into writing and thought this was an awesome blog to get my mind ready for writing, thanks for posting this awesome topic.



Rollercoaster

The up and down emotional rollercoaster that is "life" the unknown, the mist that surrounds me as I move into unfamilar territory. Enjoy the ride because eventually it will end, prolong it if you must and take in the thrill and experiences of it all. It may not be easy to take those twists, turns, jerks, upside down twirls, stomach churnings, but at the end there is a purpose. Strap yourself in and enjoy the ride, let gravity be your guide.