blur

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“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)

blur on belgradestreets

blur on belgianstreets

ephemeral

"...passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions”  ― joseph conrad
“…passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions”
― joseph conrad

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

fresh

 “toto, I have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.”  ― l. frank baum

“toto, I have a feeling we’re not in kansas anymore.”
― l. frank baum

fresh tracks

real life

eschewing, what’s not, to be

seen, as

heaven, on earth?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – fresh)

locked in

xxx
locked tight

Awakening from the unending nightmare.

Head pounding, eyes on fire.

Mouth dry.

Vision blurred. His memory worse.

The blow to the head.

The smell of damp earth.

The memory of a pair of sneakers that seemed so disturbingly familiar.

Reaching out. Cold wire, sharp and unyielding.

He was locked

in.

(my first 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)

(oh, and as my first nomination, I’d like  to invite cardinal guzman to share more of this…)

*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, disbelief suspended*

poetry 101 rehab: habit

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

reward

exit stage right
exit stage right

they say

you will

get your

reward,

in heaven

but what

if

they’re, wrong?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – reward)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog effect pro 2, double exposure filter applied, haunted eyes caught*

fingers

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Cold, icy, fingers, reaching out, twisted, full of avarice, tainted with malice. Clawing, prying, like lice. Sure in purpose, disturbing, exposing, dealing in deceit. Touched unseen by fingers, trice unexpected, so uninvited. Wait. Crisis averted, like an oasis, those fingers are not

real

(for wordpress writing 201 – fingers, a prose poem about fingers with added assonance)

(also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 with motion filter applied, meaning redacted*

hero

the man in black
the man in black

Do you know, the man in black?

The man in black, who has a full heart.

The man in black, who made mistakes, offered his heart.

The man in black, who travelled so far, put away his heart.

The man in black, who always meant well, injured your heart.

The man in black, who some say feels naught, understood his own heart.

The man in black, who cared for them all, neglected his heart.

The man in black, who yearns to live, opens his heart.

The man in black, who with his art, reveals his heart.

The man in black, who has a full heart.

Can you love, the man in black?

for wordpress writing 201 – hero, a ballad about a hero with a sprinkling of anaphora and epistrophe

rule of thirds (the third)

insight
“there is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure”
― paulo coelho, the alchemist

don’t fear loss

retain your focus

and locus

for wordpress weekly photo challenge, rule of thirds

(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3 and silver efex pro 2*