Poem to minimalist photography
Glenn A. Buttkus
Another shoddy report card,
Dragging heavily in his top pocket,
His shoes were shinier,
Than his future,
His excuses were brittle,
Muddled alone in the browning leaves,
With barely a hint of verdant,
They had expired,
Mother was going to flip out,
Verbal acrobatics across the kitchen,
No rolling out of this one,
His knees knocked,
One foot in front of the next,
Sheen faded on the dirtied paint,
He tried to walk the line,
As he slipped through the crack.
© Darius the Mate
Written for dVerse.
Glenn A. Buttkus’s minimalist photography can be found at South Sound Minimalist Photos.
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“Verbal acrobatics through the kitchen” – love that line! what a nice way to allude to a bit of shouting haha. I also find it so interesting that that picture took you down this thought journey.
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Thank you Mubashshira 😄
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Really good interpretation of the prompt … sad though. I liked this, “verbal acrobatics across the kitchen.”
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Thank you Susan
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Wow–you really embraced a different landscape with this one. I was never that boy, but I feel for him. “C” students always confused me…minimal effort I suppose. I always loved school–honor roll , first in my class in college; Type A over achiever.
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You really seem to have put your best foot first.
Thank you for the comment, and photographs Glenn.
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As a former teacher, I hate to think of anyone slipping through the crack…
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Sad truth. Thanks for the comment Lynn.
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I love the way you used the picture, I can imagine the viewpoint of the poor boy slouching home from school.
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Thank you Björn
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This particular bit is so powerful; “His excuses were brittle, muddled alone in the browning leaves, with barely a hint of verdant,” 💝 love where the prompt took you, thank you so much for writing! 🙂
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Thank you Sanaa
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Simply delightful …. I can feel the lad’s pain. The mother’s rant.
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Thank you Helen ❤️
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I really like how you blended metaphor and reality in this one, Darius!
❤
David
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Thank you David
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