bajo el puente
bajo el puente
— Read on salamancastreets.com/2019/03/19/bajo-el-puente/
graffiti
poetry | 101 | rehab | misty (ambiguity)
Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer
– Rainer Maria Rilke
so no,
or (yet) yes,
anyone’s
guess
in perpetuity
always, (ambiguity)
the clouds and, the
rain
swept, window
pane
conflated with
snow and a (bitter)sweet
scented, candle
flame
that burned
red
and (yet)
(never)
quite
dead
and
the pain
yes,
exhaled
(from)
that, place
lingering
in perpetuity,
in misty,
(ambiguity)
misty (ambiguity)
My prompt for this week’s Poetry 101 Rehab is MISTY (AMBIGUITY), just because
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poetry | 101 | rehab | road
nunca te entregues ni te apartes
junto al camino, nunca digas
no puedo más y aquí me quedo
– music by paco ibañez, poetry by josé augustín goytisolo
the road
the road, is long
the road, is long, and the road, is hard
the road, is long, and the road, is hard,
and
full,
of pitfalls,
perils, and
punishment
(for,
the unwary)
and
false,
turns
the road, is long
the road, is long and the road, is hard
the road, is long and the road, is hard
and (yet) it
is
(and,
always will be)
yours,
to
take
road
My prompt for this week’s Poetry 101 Rehab is ROAD and is dedicated to all those who walk their own, road
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poetry | 101 | rehab | scream
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive
scream
no one, will believe you
no one, cares
scream, and scream
no one, will believe you
no one, cares
scream, and scream, and scream
makes
no,
difference
until
one day
they do
care
scream
My prompt for this week’s Poetry 101 Rehab is SCREAM and is dedicated to all those who suffer, in silence
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poetry | 101 | rehab | boys
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
graffiti
cause we need a little controversy
’cause it feels so empty
– lyrics from without me, eminem
This is my response to the prompt for Day Eight of the WordPress Writing 101 Poetry course. And, as the prompt is, err, amazingly, my very own prompt, I’m interrupting your enjoyment (momentarily) so that I can thank Ben Huberman for inviting me to contribute today, even though there are so many better qualified poets out there. By which I mean, those of you who can actually, you know, write, uh, poetry. You know who you are.
More to the point, thank you to all who have taken the trouble to find your way to my post!
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The photo, by the way, was shot by me in the dark interior of the BIGZ building in Belgrade. If you’d like to find out more, or failing that, see what I saw, feel free to visit belgradestreets and check out bigz graffiti or all that jazz or even broken, and then book a flight to Belgrade, and then, why not pop into a bookstore and take a look at my book! 😉
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And hey, if you need more Poetry when this is all over, why not make a note to join Poetry 101 Rehab every Monday?
< graffiti >
in your face
it’s my freakin’ space
my only
place
< / graffiti >
so out of order
blood splattered border
couldn’t be (more) bored(er)
< graffiti >
i don’t freakin’
care
how you fare or (even)
if you
care
< / graffiti >
it’s my
way
to
get
< / even >
writing 101 | poetry | eight | seconds | prompt by me (in’em) 😉
on the way
"we are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side” ― kahlil gibran
(street art, covered passage off denisova, olomouc)
twists and turns
false paths and blind alleys
fate turns
so, when on the way
there really is just one
way
and it is right in front of
you
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – on the way)
*shot with nikon d700, nikkor 50mm f/1.4 lens at ISO200, 1/60s and f/2.2, edited in lightroom cc, the way is clear”
on the way on belgianstreets
on the way on belgradestreets
