teatime (again)

                      tea for two

                           is that the way to woo

                                              or maybe it would be better

                                                                 to open a bottle

or

two?

(for justine’s tea time #8)

poetry 101 rehab: end

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       once warm flesh, now cold, stone
                                  remembering, now she was alone
                   fingers on her skin, tracing, heart racing
                                  opening up, exposed, aching to sing
                                                                 frozen now, those moments lost
                                                    oh how, she had never
                                                          wanted it, ever, to
                                                                                                                 end

(for mara’s poetry101rehab – end)

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

better red

 

"better red than dead"  - betrayed russell and / or "west german friends of peace"
“better red than dead”
– bertrand russell and / or “west german friends of peace”

when red stalked the earth

righteous men preferred to dress in blue

time of great mirth?

(for justine’s eclectic corner #8)

poetry 101 rehab: thaw

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like an iceberg, broken away

i drift, dwindle, diminish

current taking me away

others float, others diminish

my path uncharted

where will i finish

will it ever end, or just diminish

fade away, or, as it started

end, in

collision

(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab)

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)

poetry 101 rehab: right

“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”  ― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope
“there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic…”
―martin luther king jr, a testament of hope

 there was once a young man who flew a kite

who knew that nothing he did was right

he tried, oh he tried, to be heard

it wasn’t until the third

that he saw the light, and knew he was right


(a limerick for mara’s poetry rehab – right)

(and for lucile’s the photo 101 rehab – the clinic)

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 lens and…no editing in any app at all*

poetry 101 rehab: second

second take
second take

do you remember how it felt in november
never a thought given to being a member
of that, most exclusive, club
can you remember, oh that is the rub
eventually, when you think it may
soon be time, to

pay


(for  mara’s poetry rehab – second and lucile’s photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700 with nikkor  50mm f/1.4 lens, edited using adobe bridge, photoshop cc and analog efex pro2 with wet plate and double exposure filters applied, not  a second to lose*

orange

“where do I come into all of this? ... 'am I just to be like a clockwork orange?”  ― anthony burgess, a clockwork orange
“where do I come into all of this? … ‘am I just to be like a clockwork orange?”
― anthony burgess, a clockwork orange

orange(s) are

rarely, the only fruit, that

allow, us

not, to express

gratitude

egregiously

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – orange)