poetry | 101 | rehab | red

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories
― Haruki Murakami

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voices, filled (the air)
have, one more
don’t despair

(warm) fingers, tracing, searching
did they (who watched) care
have, one more

more, and more
no one (really) saw
or so, it seemed

blue eyes
yes (they cared, oh how so much)
told, no lies

feelings rising
choices, stretching
(out)

don’t be scared
choose, the blue
ride, the red

you’ll soon
be

dead


red

This week, my poetry prompt is red

edge

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore



For the WordPress weekly photo challenge – edge

Shot and edited on iPhone 6s

project 365 | mobile | mono | skies | twelve

I launched this, my latest Project 365, on Monday 13 June 2016 by posting a single photo each day to my Instagram account and to my Flickr account.

I will post an update each Sunday and you can see them all by clicking here.

Watch the skies!

project 365 | mobile | mono | skies | eleven

I launched this, my latest Project 365, on Monday 13 June 2016 by posting a single photo each day to my Instagram account and to my Flickr account.

I will post an update each Sunday and you can see them all by clicking here.

Watch the skies!