Day 18 & Lens-Artists PC: Piran sunset colours

When uncle sent me these photos four days ago, I promised him to put them on my blog. I didn’t know I’ll get a chance so soon though. And in my poem, some more (para) romantics.

Today the photos first to set the mood. My travelling uncle has a new phone. The first red photo below is a bit out of focus but the next four simply slay. With a phone like this, who needs a camera?

He is in Piran on the Slovenian coast with his sister – my mother – and my father, where I’d love to be too and will in a month or so. He took these on Thursday between 7.42 and 8.03 pm.

All photos by: Travelling uncle M. K.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Anne at Slow Shutter Speed: Colourful expressions


And now to my daily poem. I had a look at today’s prompt, promptly wrote a poem on my phone in bed, and then realised that I’d remembered the prompt wrong (!). You will see what I mean in the poem itself.

And a big hurrah to Sunra Nina for being featured today with her beautiful dog poem.

Prompt 18: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.

Would you note

“Yes. I thought you'd never ask.”

“No; even if you were the last man on the globe.”

“Or I could circle ‘yes’ and ‘no’ with a figure eight, 
making you perpetually wonder what I meant.”

Is it that all women are fickle and coy,
preferring to spread doubt to joy?

Sending a young man deeper into depression
by refusing to answer clearly a straight question?

Damm it, woman. Then I'll go and play hoops with the blokes.
Better than sending you these stupid notes.

(Two replies added after realising that the prompt wanted FIVE answers, not three.)

“I was just teasing you,
you know you are my beau.”

“Hello? Where did you go?
Will you let 
your woman wait like that? 
Heeey my love, come back!”

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: How to achieve peace
...and he, a benevolent friend,
will rule and manage the beauty
of the one who was born on the farm
in peace and only with a smile for riches
while the noise and dangers stay above it.
The wars rage elsewhere
while he, the winged one, keeps guard
far away where the stars end
where there is a country for my soul. 

Read all.

2019: To the other classic cream low top All Star  
I took the bottle home
and wrote SOČA on it with big letters
and drank from it for a week.

I hung the other shoe in my living-room
for all to see,
but mostly for me.

“Enjoy life,”
the shoe was saying.
“It’s slipping away one shoe at a time.

Just don’t be a bitch about it.
Don’t grab and take  
and think the world is here for your amusement

when obviously it’s the other way around.”  

Read all.

2020: An ode to life’s small pleasures
He went to buy groceries with my mother.
She returned in awe.
“He knows everything that you like
and don’t like,”
she exclaimed.
So yes,
I chose big things well too.
But sometimes
two separate sets of headphones
are just the little things
two people
need
in quarantine. 

(Read all.) 
2021: Prosim, ne razumi / Please don’t understand (double poem)
Leave as you came in.
The cave is big enough
for dragons and all the rest.
They live in the light
and cannot stand the darkness.
“Pretend you’re a wolf, writing.”
The wolf can see in the night
and probably thinks:
“Light is the last thing we need.”
To understand 
and to be understood 
are heavy burdens.
Leave them to dragons.

See more descendants of dragons and wolves

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

42 thoughts on “Day 18 & Lens-Artists PC: Piran sunset colours

      1. I never used my phone’s camera either until I got my new one a few months ago. I forced myself to go out on a hike and use only my phone. I was pleasantly surprised with the results and then promptly went back to my big camera. 😉

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  1. Your uncle’s phone takes excellent photos. And wow, the order in which you exposed them was lovely. And the poem, a pleasure to read. You do these so well. Even the fall out of how you remembered (your words, not mine) is nothing but charming. No wrongs here. All goes. Lovely, m’lady. Keep going.

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  2. Absolutely love the figure-8 circling both answers! Also because that’s an infinity sign. This feels like a statement about the nature of interpretation. There’s no end to where we can go with it, especially when we are analyzing responses to our romantic overtures, hehe!

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    1. Oh, Alana, I’m behind replying to comments. I have already opened your blog to read the last couple that I missed. I noticed that you were featured and that’s a hurrah! As for the figure 8 – this part really happened. But it was I who sent the note, and a boy who drew the 8 between yes and no. Now you know the truth. And no, he didn’t marry me in the end. 😀

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  3. Kudos to your uncle for the amazing sunset photos! I got a kick out of the poem, especially the part about perpetual wonder. It’s somewhat cruel if one happens to be the recipient but I must admit, funny.💜🍃

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  4. Stunning photographs,Manja. The sky looks glorious. Btw, what phone does your Uncle use 😉 . As always you manage to spill out amazing poetry.
    Ofcouse the question is ‘Will you marry me?’😊 No marks for that.

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    1. Thank you, Smitha. Only today I learned about the kind of phone he has. It’s Samsung Galaxy A03s. The question was “Would you like to go steady”, I asked it, and the boy I liked replied with the figure eight. 😀

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  5. Your poem is so inventive and so true! I too love the figure-eight image (writers mine life for everything!). The sunset photos are divine. I especially loved seeing so many people in the dark foreground waiting for splendor. Thanks to your uncle, we’re there too!

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  6. Your poems are always a treat, Manja – and your uncle’s contribution is both colourful and lovely. Your Piran is just magnificent. ♥

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  7. Goodness, I’ve fallen behind with your posts! Wonderful photos by your uncle. Such great perspectives and colours! Thank you for the shout out, by the way! It’s funny because I’ve never had my own dog but always had a relationship with other people’s dogs.

    Great poem! Love this line: “Or I could circle ‘yes’ and ‘no’ with a figure eight,
    making you perpetually wonder what I meant.” 😀

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