poetry 101 rehab: skin

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skin

skin of mine

skin of mine, and his

skin of mine and his, and so now, yours

skin of mine

skin of yours

skin tight

hold tight

to what is, yours

(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – skin)

poetry 101 rehab: dark

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dark
                                 long night
                        night crawling dark thoughts
                     thoughts spawned dark endless night
                  night terror cracked dark gnarled fingers
                fingers slithering scraping grasping fingers
                  fingers gnarled dark cracked terror night
                     night endless dark spawned thoughts
                        thoughts dark crawling night
                                 night long
                                                                   dark


(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – dark)

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at 70mm, ISO200, 1/250s and f/8.0, edited in lightroom cc and analog efex pro 2, wet plate filter applied, fingers over eyes*

poetry 101 rehab: recycle

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real world in trouble
everyone lives in a bubble
does any one care about the trouble
under so much rubble
can it really be so much trouble
eventually -
real world in trouble
everyone lives in a bubble
under so much rubble
so, are we really in trouble
eventually -
real world in trouble
everyone lives in a bubble
can it really be so much trouble
yes, they will burst our bubble
can it really be so much trouble
look out, I told you, they’re really gonna burst our bubble
eventually -

 

(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – recycle)

*shot with iphone 5, edited in snapseed mobile,  adverbs reduced, reused and recycled*

poetry 101 rehab: couple

couple_poem

(nijverheidskaai, molenbeek)

(for mara eastern’s poetry 101 rehab – couple)

*shot with nikon d700, nikkor 70-300 mm f/4.0-5.6 lens at 300mm, 1/320s and f/9, edited in lightroom cc, aperture efex pro 2 with multi lens filter applied, poem added in photoshop cc, no couples were harmed in the making of this post*

poetry 101 rehab: sugar

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sprinkled

stirred

added

to mask

to obscure

reality harsh bitter life

a cube

a grain

a sprinkle

is that all it takes

to taste

better?

(for mara eastern’s poetry 101 rehab – sugar)

poetry 101 rehab: day

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in the space, of a day

what would you say

all the things, you wanted to say

those things about love and longing, fancies and fears

things about war and want, famines and floods

or, maybe just a few words about the space

the space where she lay

in just the space

of a day

 

(for mara eastern’s poetry 101 rehab – day)

poetry 101 rehab: no

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no

nothing

nothing is

nothing is worth

nothing is worth this pain

nothing is worth this pain this

nothing is worth this pain this time

nothing is worth this pain this

nothing is worth this pain

nothing is worth

nothing is

nothing

no

(running man, mariemontkaai, molenbeek)

(for mara eastern’s poetry 101 rehab – no)

*shot with olympus om10, zuiko 50mm f/1.8 lens and ilford delta 3200 black and white film, feel his pain in the grain*

poetry 101 rehab: home

“the ache for home lives in all of us the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”   ― maya angelou,
“the ache for home lives in all of us
the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”
― maya angelou
                ever hear about the one who was always alone?
                                                            how he tried as much as he could to atone
                how he woke in fright
                looked round for the light
                                                            and realised at last that being alone was being at home

(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – home)

poetry 101 rehab: end

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       once warm flesh, now cold, stone
                                  remembering, now she was alone
                   fingers on her skin, tracing, heart racing
                                  opening up, exposed, aching to sing
                                                                 frozen now, those moments lost
                                                    oh how, she had never
                                                          wanted it, ever, to
                                                                                                                 end

(for mara’s poetry101rehab – end)