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*
As he crossed the road the man he saw
Was he real the man so old and haggard
Of what did he dream was it shock and awe
Did he imagine, this old man, this laggard
The sweeping lines of time twisting
Bent out of shape defying rhyme
Did he ever want to stop climbing
Or was he content to bide his time
And the man when he saw the boy
Did he wonder what lay in store
What dreams and hopes might have that boy
A life waiting to hear the lion roar
Working and striving to do what he can
Was the man the boy or the boy the man?
(a poem about the future in the form of a sonnet with a hint of chiasmus for writing 201 – future)
(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, 85mm f/2.8 lens, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 with double exposure filter applied, following the curve of time*
Oh, when the day draws to a close, and the nights are long.
Do I see angels wings among your drawers?
Can you, oh wings of desire, carry me away, all night long?
Does my life hang by a thread, do I hear your muted roars?
Oh, wings of desire, cut free my bonds, make me strong.
(for wordpress writing 201 – drawer, a cheeky ode to drawer(s) with a little apostrophe)
(also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 lens, edited in photoshop cc, aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 with wetplate filter applied, undisclosed desires*
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*
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
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*
in an unstable
world
are you able
to find a place to
hang your
hat?
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 analog efex pro 2, hung out to dry*
During the last week, I have been taking part in the WordPress Writing 201: Poetry course.
Daily Post editor, Ben Huberman, has prompted us each day with a new prompt, form and a device.
This weekend, we were granted a break from the creative process and invited to share a poem that we love.
I choose to share words from a poet to whose writing I was introduced whilst living and working in Belgrade.
I have often used quotes from his work coupled with my photos on my blogs belgradestreets and belgianstreets.
These words, from Rainer Maria Rilke, once shared with me at a time when I felt empty and without hope, are simple yet compelling.
“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final”
The image I chose to use today comes from a shoot in a famous cemetery that I shared recently on belgianstreets, the words seem to fit both the expression in the eyes of this dead wartime warrior, and the feelings of those he left behind.
third place
third choice
third class
third world
rules
not
?
for wordpress weekly photo challenge, rule of thirds
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