got to
getaway,
got to get a way
to getaway,
find a better
place
away from
all this,
do you know how
to get a way
to
getaway?
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab)
poetry 101 rehab: getaway
Poetry 101 Rehab
poetry 101 rehab: found
she found that, as though broken
about everything beautiful, nothing mattered
as she looked, over the bridge
her young body, quivered
as she thought about attempting the leap
or showing him the door
wanting freedom, or imaginary rights
it was sad beyond belief
good, not ever had she imagined
regions of death, would
be found to break her
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – found)
*the words in italics are the last three words of the first ten of the longer stories included in the random house / vintage collection of the complete short stories by kafka*
poetry 101 rehab: sleep(less)
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – sleep)
*written with iawriter pro, screenshot with skitch, edited with analog efex pro 2, can’t sleep*
poetry 101 rehab: away
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – away)
*written on macbook air using iawriter pro, screen shot using skitch, image processed in analog efex pro 2, no camera involved, so fly me away*
poetry 101 rehab: rubbish
in rubbish bins
we hide our sins
press down the lid
keep it well hid
oh, what would they say
those silent bins
if they could speak
of
our
sins
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – rubbish)
*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at ISO200, 70mm, 1/125s and f/5.6, no edits, three silent bins*
poetry 101 rehab: skin
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)
motion
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*
poetry 101 rehab: home
the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”
― maya angelou
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)
andy townend 