fog

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                                            memories of ascending a shattered staircase
                                      wanting and hoping and wondering
                            remembering how, in the clouds and through the fog, he first saw her face
                        would it ever be the same, after all the wandering?

(a poem about fog in the form of an elegy with a metaphorical angle for day four of Writing 201)

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

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, analog ex pro 2, wet plate filter applied, mistily ambiguous*

animal

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                                              In the blink
		                          Of an eye, he thought
                                        To cry. Oh       how he wanted to
                        Drink. Shuffling forward,   his   claws dragging along
                             The floor.  Wretched          and old, he remembered being
			              Told that it        would be better one
					Day. So he blinked again
						One eye.

(a story featuring an animal in the form of concrete poetry with a little enjambment for day four of Writing 201)

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

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, analog ex pro 2, double exposure filter applied, and a turtle*

trust

safe haven
safe haven

on trust not in lust
let go, allow it to flow
on with life, not with strife
many times before, he swore
often, on the day, gave way
until, he became still, not ill
can it be, that here, there is no fear?

(a story of trust in the form of an acrostic with some internal rhyme for day three of Writing 201)

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

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, silver efex pro2 with filter 024 full contrast and structure applied, laughter, swings and icy chains involved*

milk and alcohol

“i decided eventually
this ain’t doing a thing for me”

milk and alcohol, dr feelgood

don't mix it
don’t mix it

The boy wanted to wander with wonder along the way
Oh boy did he choose the wrong day
They advised him to avoid alcohol
Didn’t mention the doll
So later he longed for a lay

(a journey in the form of an alliterative limerick for day two of Writing 201)

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

(and for justine’s tea party #6)

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, two images combined with layers in photoshop cc, analog efex pro2, double exposure filter applied, no animals were harmed in the production of this post*

journey

(un)gleeful gurney
(un)gleeful gurney

He joined a jeopardous journey
Not gleeful about going on a gurney
They boxed his body and bones
With more than mournful moans
Imagine if they were too early

(a journey in the form of an alliterative limerick for day two of Writing 201)

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

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro2, wet plate filter number 9, not gleeful about being underground*

photo first appeared in my post (the) walking (with the) dead on (one of) my (other) blogs belgianstreets

water

rippled thoughts
rippled thoughts

fragmented he sees
dark thoughts they may yet not drown
shift and twist inside

(water, a haiku for day one of Writing 201)

writing (201) poetry

“all things want to float”

― rainer maria rilke

take me away
take me away

home…

what does

it mean

to you

is it, a

place of

safety

or, would

you rather

float?

(during the next two weeks i will be inflicting poems on you as i have signed up for the wordpress writing 201 course, i apologise in advance)

(also…for lucile’s The Clinic – Photo Rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, edited with aperture 3, analog efex pro 2, double exposure filter, and a glass of red wine*

symmetry

“if you ever see a symmetrical human face, you will have the impression that you ought to think it beautiful, but that in fact you find it cold
the human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry”

― louis de bernières, captain corelli’s mandolin

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jagged lines

curved line

to

the

heart?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge, symmetry)

(and lucile’s The Clinic – Photo Rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2, double exposure filter and silver efex pro 2, warm heart, cold hands, standing in middle of road*

the silence (of)

“…clarice

will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?”

― thomas harris, the silence of the lambs

spiky lamb
spiky lamb

…the phone trilled

holding it to her ear

as she looked into the woods

she heard

the

silent “béé”

of, the

lamb

(this is my response to justine’s latest story and photography prompt in her eclectic corner)