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)

broken

broken promises
broken promises

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – broken)

*shot with nikon d700 and 85mm f/1.8 lens at ISO200, 1/200s and f/7.1 edited in lightroom cc and photoshop cc with words written in iA Writer Pro, promises promises*

broken on belgianstreets

broken on belgradestreets

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*

enveloped

“i was enveloped in numbness, and absence of feeling so deep the bottom was lost from view”
― haruki murakami, the wind-up bird chronicle
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            enveloped in pain
                             by something that knows
                      no name
                             don't give it house room
            turn up the
                                               volume
            and just
                                                                                          dance

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – enveloped)

*shot with nikon d700, nikkor 70-200m f/4 lens at 1/250s and f/8, no edits*

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*

force(s) of nature

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(advertising hoarding, havenlaan, brüssel)

                     shhh...
                            force(s) of
                                 nature
                                 can
                                 lead
                                 to
                     trouble

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – forces of nature)

*shot with nikon d700, nikkor 70-300mm lens, at 70mm, and 1/125s at f/5.6, edited in lightroom cc and analog efex pro, make up optional”

intricate (eye)

 
                        “the soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye” 
                                                                                                           ― charlotte brontë, jane eyre 

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(eye -bar restaurant, ijpromenade 1, amsterdam)

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – intricate)

(also for lucile’s photo101 rehab, with thanks…)

*shot with nikon d700, nikkor 50mm f/1.4 lens at 1/250s and f/8, edited in lightroom cc and silver efex pro 2, eye’s left*

intricate on belgianstreets

intricate on belgianstreets

voice

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Day Fifteen of Writing 101 requires us to

“think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.”

Many hours were spent cogitating, contemplating, considering.

To little avail.

When pressed to name something that I particularly like, or identify a favourite, my mind freezes.

My hometown. Yes, I have a hometown, the place where I was born. But, not a place I regard as “home”. That place lies within. Not outside.

And music festivals? Yeah. Done that. Maybe even have a tee shirt. But, life changing? Nope.

Conferences that shifted my world view? Right. Been to a lot of conferences, find it hard to shift in my sleep during the sessions, but world view shifted? Nope.

Oh, and, as always, the task had a “twist”

“While writing this post, focus again on your own voice. Pay attention to your word choice, tone, and rhythm. Read each sentence aloud multiple times, making edits as you read through. Before you hit “Publish,” read your entire piece out loud to ensure it sounds like you.”

Ok. Now we’re talking. I do like the sound of my own voice. At least, that’s what they say. And that’s good, right? Right? Ah.

So.

I thought a bit more and then it came to me.

I remembered the day I realised that my life as a student was over.

And, yes I mean the studying part.

Not the other.

The mistaken assumption that on leaving University, I would leave behind forever the world of learning.

That’s what I am writing about.

Walking along a pavement in London. Thinking, no more Schrödinger’s cat, no more complex organic compounds, no more contemplating the infinite.

No more questioning the why, what, how, when, where and if.

No. I realised that I had traded that life of learning for a living.

Instead of reading to discover, I would read to earn money.

Yes, they had taken my soul.

An evil corporate force, well actually several different evil corporate forces, would now determine my direction.

No more worrying about the fifth dimension, the forces that bind the universe, the philosophical questions about who we are. And why.

No, now, balance sheets and books of account, files and fiches, debits and credits. A trial balancing account. A life where learning would end.

So. Yes, at that moment my heart and soul went cold.

So. Yes, I was wrong.

The learning and lessons had only begun, the real class about to start.

The class of life.

People, relationships, love, loss. And all the bits in between.

The event I feared. The end of learning. It never happened.

Instead, it blossomed and grew.

And, not just in me. In the faces of those who followed. Upturned eyes, hands reaching out, those searching questions again from younger minds. And the total trust that I would know the answer.

So, next time. When someone asks why.

Think hard, before replying.

 

As today’s Writing 101 prompt involves the use of “voice”, I decided to accompany my writing with a recording of today’s response.

(for wordpress writing 101 – day fifteen)

motion

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                              she reached out
                                          his fingers stretched
                                                               don't let go
                                                       don't go
                                                  don't

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – motion and also for lucile’s photo 101 rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, nikkor  85mm f/1.8 lens at  1/60s and f/16, edited in lightroom cc and analog efex pro 2, motion filter applied, not letting go*