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)
“we’ve got a file on you” – blur
press the button
treated just like mutton
can you hear the cries
as they fall like flies
called to trial
and the taste
of
bile
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – blur)
face
book
your
book
don’t look
now
it’s
gone
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – ephemeral)
ephemeral on belgradestreets
ephemeral on andytownend
ephemeral on belgianstreets
(more) ephemeral on belgianstreets
like an iceberg, broken away
i drift, dwindle, diminish
current taking me away
others float, others diminish
my path uncharted
where will i finish
will it ever end, or just diminish
fade away, or, as it started
end, in
collision
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab)
fresh tracks
real life
eschewing, what’s not, to be
seen, as
heaven, on earth?
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – fresh)
fifteen minutes, is
a lifetime
or
a just, a few
minutes?
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – wall)
Sitting up, his eyes
excoriated by
the searing light,
he remembered
more.
A shout, just before he tripped, the barking, of
his dog.
And now,
now,
he was trapped, tied,
as tightly, as if by
wire.
(my third of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)
(oh, and as my third nomination, I’d like to invite john, if he feels so inclined, to share with you his perspective on scotland and india through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter, perspective barbed*
orange(s) are
rarely, the only fruit, that
allow, us
not, to express
gratitude
egregiously
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – orange)
There was once a grumpy old blogger called Andy
Who thought his photos quite handy
He tried his hand at writing
Struggled with the lighting
And developed a habit by Mond’y.
(for Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab opened today for all those poets who participated in WordPress Writing 201 and you, if your inner poet craves release)
(and, in a piece of shameless self promotion, I have chosen to accompany my first contribution with the photos I used to portray my painful poetic progress)
Day 1: Water, Haiku, Simile
Day 2: Journey, Limerick, Alliteration
Day 3: Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme
Day 4: Animal, Concrete Poetry, Enjambment
Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
Weekend: Poetry Potluck
Day 6: Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe
Day 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, Assonance
Day 8: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe
Day 9: Landscape, Found Poetry, Enumeratio
Day 10: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus
andy townend 