As he crossed the road the man he saw
Was he real the man so old and haggard
Of what did he dream was it shock and awe
Did he imagine, this old man, this laggard
The sweeping lines of time twisting
Bent out of shape defying rhyme
Did he ever want to stop climbing
Or was he content to bide his time
And the man when he saw the boy
Did he wonder what lay in store
What dreams and hopes might have that boy
A life waiting to hear the lion roar
Working and striving to do what he can
Was the man the boy or the boy the man?
(a poem about the future in the form of a sonnet with a hint of chiasmus for writing 201 – future)
(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, 85mm f/2.8 lens, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 with double exposure filter applied, following the curve of time*
I like the poem but I’m even more fascinated with the photo and the editing description. Plus, “following the curve in time” is like a poem in and of itself.
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Thank you Lori, the photo was one of the moments where I saw the curve of the tram line joining the two figures….
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both the photo (just lovely!) and the poem have so many twists and turns–please excuse the pun–that it makes rereading a given. Such a good one, Andy.
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Thank you Lois, and thank you for all your comments, much appreciated, this post was an interesting one for me.
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Great Andy, photo and poem. I love the lines in the photo and that dream-like quality which makes us wonder what is real and what isn’t. “A life waiting to hear the lion roar” – brilliant!
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Thanks DJ! Life without hearing the roar of the lion, the blood pounding in our veins, the adrenaline and joy of being alive. That would not be a life … Have a great weekend!
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Absolutely agree! You have a great weekend too.
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Andy, this is very touching. The photo perfectly telling the story that your words drew with so much sensitivity and depth.
Everything fitting perfectly.
Genius.
Thanks.
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Thank you Lucile, it was a lucky shot, and I was inspired by my muse.
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Having a muse is very inspiring!!
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Very.
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Not every muse is so inspiring like yours.
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Ooh that’s clever. I’m drawn in by its mysteriousness, and it has definitely got me thinking!
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Thank you Laura, inspiration, emotion and timing all conspired.
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This is an awesome poem and the photograph compliments it perfectly!
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Thank you Terry, it was a lucky shot complemented by emotions…
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You’re welcome. That was a good bit of luck!
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