Lens-Artists PC & Day 29: A less-is-more meditation

Neither is less is more anywhere near my motto, nor I meditate as such. Let’s see then.

More is more and then some: that’s me. Anybody who comes to my blog can attest. For Amy’s Lens-Artists photo challenge I have chosen last year’s rainbow after going through my photos and sighing at the lack of anything less.

The rainbow happened on the road to Orvieto where I was meeting my parents incoming for my birthday almost exactly one year ago (two more weeks). Here is one minute in the life of a rainbow in five most minimalistic photos, and the rest follow under the poem. You know, to learn how to do more is more.

My yesterday’s poem received this beautiful compliment by Alana (here is one of her poems that I really love) at the NaPoWriMo website: “Such stripped down language, and so rich sound-wise and meaning-wise.” Isn’t this something to achieve? I wish to thank her and everybody who has spurred me on with their meaningful and supportive comments.

As for today’s poem – penultimate in this month – the task was this:

Challenge 29: “I’d like to challenge you to blend these (=various) concepts into your own work, by producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully.”

Once I pinned down the day, moment and emotion, the poem wrote itself. (Even though the position of tranquility is relative around here. This is Italy, after all.)

Roman people are hard to impress

Twice this weekend
he tells his father about it.
It must have impressed him
more than all my tenderness,
good deeds,

He says:
- She got her car back
after it was towed away,
in Vienna!
Without payment!

The looks of admiration
this gets me!
As if I had just made the perfect ragù.

It makes me add:
- You don’t know me yet
because I’m polite among you,
I hold back,
my Italian is still building.

One day I'll be able to stand my ground
in Italian too.

And I return
to that hot July day in Vienna
in my thoughts.

We are sitting in a café by the main road
when a tow-away truck passes
with something very much like our car.

I run and jump up to beg the driver
- What now? Where to? -
but he merely slips me the card
and drives on.

It’s far, on the outskirts,
I pack my friend whose car it is
and father’s money
- it’s a lot -
and off we go.

Two Italians exit
and we ask them:
- How was it? Any chance?
- No, they say.
You must pay.

In we go:
My mode switched to
British English,
my friend looking like an executioner.
The sweaty bald man in the thick glass cubicle
- punch-proof, I’m sure -
has no idea what is about to hit him.

- Where is photo evidence? (Calmly.)
Are you targeting foreign car-plates
on purpose? (Menacingly.)
Do you wish that we involve
The Embassy? (As if that would help.)
What you will do is give us our car back
and we will forget about it.

The chubby Austrian really sweats now.
I feel sorry for him
but it passes.

He hands out the keys.
We leave.

Amore looks at me
with that weird pride
as if he could read my thoughts
and I wonder
whether he feels the same way about us
and which one was the car.

And now let’s see how to add – or not – elements to photos.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Amy at THE WORLD IS A BOOK…: Less is more

and for

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo



  1. Very cool! I like the less, but the more is more. Love how you add, adding the tree, town, countryside… Such a creative way to approach this theme. Thank you for sharing, MM! 🙂

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  2. That story (er, uh, poem) was a crack up! Very awesome. I’ll call you next time my car is towed.

    You didn’t mention it, but I love how so many of the photos show the double rainbow! It’s often easier to see in real life than in the photos later, but you got it!

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    1. Thank you, Crystal! I love “er, uh, poem”. I often feel this way while writing my “poems”. I didn’t mention the double rainbow, I forgot. I did notice it in some photos. It was just a glorious ride. I hope you don’t get towed away! Or me, ever again. Such an approach would never fly in Italy. 😀

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  3. Fun post, Manja. The Norwegian flag is random. I so admire the ability to switch between languages. That is a talent. keep up the work. Last day tomorrow for the NaPoWriMo hey? – finally got my tongue around it.

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    1. Thank you, Amanda. Bravo for getting it right. 😉 I needed two years. Switching between languages is all I do. For example, I talk to my dog in Slovenian, English, Italian and dog language (grunts).


  4. I love the poem but do not understand the last three lines. Help? I also like the photo best with Orvieto in it–first photo at the beginning of blog. (Every single time so far, I have typed comments first into the search bar. Why is it that it stands out more than the Comments bar? I have done this a dozen times, at least!!!

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    1. Oh! Thanks for telling me about the last three lines. Well… it was a spur of the moment thing to add this last part. I tried to understand why he was so proud of me for getting that car back so many years before we even met. We both certainly had to climb over some hurdles to end up together…

      I’m glad that you like the same shot as me the most. As for the comment section – you will get used to it, they are counting on it. 😉


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