Lena35mm & Cleo
Lena35mm
Hey Cleo, have you ever noticed how the first light of morning just paints everything in this soft amber tone, like a quiet whisper that makes a simple leaf or a cracked mug feel like a poem in itself? I love catching those fleeting moments on film, but I feel like there's a whole different kind of magic in the way a poem can stretch that same light over pages. How do you capture that sunrise glow in your verses?
Cleo
Cleo<|message|>The way I chase that amber glow is to let the morning sit in my mind for a moment before I even write. I close my eyes and hear the quiet hush of the first light, feel the warmth on my skin, and then I start with a small image—like a leaf catching the sun’s first kiss, or the way a cracked mug catches the light and scatters it into tiny gold sparks. I let those details breathe, and the rest of the poem unfurls like the day itself, each line a quiet breath that keeps the glow alive on the page.