poetry 101 rehab: exposition

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Do you miss the Writing 201 Poetry course by the Daily Post? If so, then join this blogging challenge and let the poetry flow!


How does it work?

Feel free to answer the prompt, twist it or ignore it; write a poem of your own or share a poem by another author. Write about your inspiration, your creative process or other poetry related thoughts, but this is in no way obligatory. Nothing is obligatory in this challenge. The idea is to get together, talk poetry and have fun!


How can you take part?

Anyone can take part, anytime you want. Publish your poetry post and add a link to it by clicking on the Poetry 101 Rehab badge below or share your link in a comment. Use the tag Poetry 101 Rehab, so we can find each other in the Reader.

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I will act as your host, and I’ll be here for you to reply to your comments, read your poetry, like and comment. While this post is the starting point for the challenge, do visit fellow poets in the link-up and chat to them on their blogs!


This week’s prompt is EXPOSITION.

new exposition

even those who do not see

come to find


My starter for ten, entitled EXPOSITION, is an attempt at expression in the form of a Japanese haiku. What will your take on the keyword EXPOSITION be? Blog about it in a poetry post and share your link in the comments section of this post and by clicking on the Poetry 101 Badge above.

Mara Eastern created Poetry 101 Rehab.

project 365 mobile | mono | square | week 15

 

On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.

You can see all the images as they are posted to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.

My plan, let’s see if I can stick to this, is to post a weekly update here each Sunday.

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low keyed tree

“When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.” 
― Haruki Murakami

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(tree, all low keyed up and waiting for me in a forest near tervuren…)

(for Imagecraft Bootcamp — Low Key Images, by Mitch and Lucile)

(also for Lucile’s photo 101 rehab)

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at ISO220, 1/125s and f/4, absolutely not a single edit, serendipity*

low keyed horse

“horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people ” 
― w.c. fields

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(miles away from where you are)

(for Imagecraft Bootcamp — Low Key Images, by Mitch and Lucile)

(also for Lucile’s photo 101 rehab)

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 50mm f/1.4 lens at ISO200, 1/8000s and f/2.5, edited in lightroom cc and DXO Film Pack 4, no horses were harmed during the course of this edit*

dark | side | thursday | nineteen

Do you need, desire or crave a new challenge?  Are you open to sharing your dark side?   Then read on.

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Do you have a dark side?

Or, think you may have one. Or indeed worry that you might have one. Or, for that matter, worry that you don’t and would like one? If so,  join me here each week for dark | side | thursday.

Over a period of 52 weeks, I am writing a story. A dark story that will unfold as the weeks pass. Each Thursday, at 13:00 UTC, I will post a new chapter. Each chapter will be exactly 500 words long, and will be accompanied by a photograph. You can catch up on the story so far by clicking here on dark | side | thursday

Share your dark side?

I invite you to join me either by writing your own dark story, week by week, or, if that is too much, by dropping by, now and then, perhaps when the mood suits you or, perhaps, when it doesn’t, and by sharing a photograph, poem or a suitably dark piece of prose. To cross over to dark | side | thursday create your post, tag it dark side thursday and link to it by clicking on the dark | side | thursday badge below, where you can also find all the contributions so far. Or you can simply share your link in the comments section of my weekly post. And, should the mood take you, you can add the badge to your post.

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dark | side | thursday | nineteen

The creature had spat in his face.

He had expected pain, disgust, horror.

But no. A colourless, odourless liquid covered his face, his entire face, much like a cellophane wrapping around fresh food. The liquid film stretched and formed an impervious helmet around his head. Yet still he could breathe. That terrible smell of dark dead things replaced by what seemed to be a whisper of warm spring air.

This was not at all what he had anticipated.  He had been filled with dread.

The creature had transformed.

Its movements had become less frenetic. Its breathing stable, calm. The eyes had cleared, the black viscous fluid no more. The creature’s eyes were a vivid deep blue, shifting, sparkling, full of mischievous intent, feline pupils enlarging as it gazed up at him. The terrible desperate croaking sound had also gone. Replaced by a soft, low pitched growling purr. The dark matted fur had transformed into a sleek tawny coating, soft to the touch. The hideous claws now tucked away out of sight as the creature rolled over in his lap and sensuously stretched its limbs, now sleek, poised, ready.

In one swift leap the creature sprang into the air and landed deftly on its four paws, walked a short distance away from him and turned its head at an angle, looked him in the eye and purred seductively before turning and walking towards the wall at the far side of the chamber.

Not knowing what to do, what to expect, he pulled himself up and followed the creature which now stood with its nose pressed against the dark wall. He saw the creature become one with the wall, or at least seeming to pass into the wall, disappearing as it did so, until with a last flick of its tail it was gone.

He approached the wall, aching for one more sharp shot of slivovitz to warm his belly, and placed the palm of his left hand against the space on the wall where the creature had vanished moments before. He felt a deep shock, as if he had touched a live wire, and felt his arm being pulled against and then sucked into the wall. Terror threatened to engulf him as the wall seemed to devour his body, his face pressed against the stone, protected by the strange helmet that covered his head.

With a sickening feeling much like that when a lift suddenly plummets down, he fell through and into a dark place.

He was floating, the creatures clear blue eyes the only thing he could see for now.

As his eyes grew accustomed he saw bright points of light above and around him. And below he began to make out the lines of a city, streets leading to a square, a large building with a clock tower at its centre. And to the right, a pillar rising from the cobbles of the square. He felt himself dragged down toward that place.

He felt the helmet around his head tighten as his feet touched solid ground.


The portal to dark | side | thursday opened on the twenty first day of may in the year twenty hundred and fifteen and will remain open for fifty two weeks.

nineteen | fiftytwo

poetry 101 rehab: reflections

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Do you miss the Writing 201 Poetry course by the Daily Post?

If so, then join this blogging challenge and let the poetry flow!


How does it work?

Feel free to answer the prompt, twist it or ignore it; write a poem of your own or share a poem by another author.

Tell us about your inspiration, your creative process or other poetry related thoughts, but this is in no way obligatory.

Nothing is obligatory in this challenge.

The idea is to get together, talk poetry and have fun!


How can you take part?

Anyone can participate, anytime you want.

Publish your poetry post and add a link to it by clicking on the Poetry 101 Rehab badge below or share your link in a comment.

Use the tag Poetry 101 Rehab, so we can find each other in the Reader.

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I will act as your host, and I’ll be here for you to reply to your comments, read your poetry, like and comment.

While this post is the starting point for the challenge, do visit fellow poets in the link-up and chat to them on their blogs!


This week’s prompt is REFLECTIONS.

What do you see?

What do you see, when you look
in the mirror,
or
in the water?

What do you see?

What do you see, when you look
back,
and think?

What do you see?

What do you see, when you look
me,
in the eye?

What do you see?


My starter for ten, entitled REFLECTIONS was inspired by yes, you guessed it, a moment of reflection.

What will your take on the keyword REFLECTIONS be?

Blog about it in a poetry post and share your link in the comments section of this post and by clicking on the Poetry 101 Badge above.

The Poetry 101 Rehab was created by Mara Eastern.

project 365 mobile | mono | square | week 14

On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.

You can see all the images as they are posted to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.

My plan, let’s see if I can stick to this, is to post a weekly update here each Sunday.

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high keyed handlebars

“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.”
― Ernest Hemingway

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(birminghamstraat, molenbeek)

(for Imagecraft Bootcamp — Intro and First Challenge, by Mitch and Lucile)

(also for Lucile’s photo 101 rehab)

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 16-35mm f/4 lens at IS)200, 35mm, 1/250s and f/4.5, edited in lightroom cc*