Poetry Challenge #27: Forced Entry

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Your
forced
entry
leaks
into
my heart.

I’m more
accustomed
to
tracing
desire
on
paper.

I fell
in
love
with
your story.

Not
your
body.

Is
there
a
place
to
place
my
body
beside
you?

I’m
Undecided.

Your
tale
is
my
souvenir.

Can we
leave it
at
that?

Not try
to extend
the franchise
on our
love.

Be more or less to each other.

Poetry Challenge #26: Redemption Songs

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Disbelief
suspended
she
gets
naked
and
limbo
dances
under
a
tree.

Her
arms
fly
back.

Her
breasts
confront
the
breeze.

Her
hips
appear
smooth
flat

on the horizon.

No longer is she fearful
Bridget, driving to pharmacy
with her guitar slung on the
back seat of her rental car.

No more a victim of her relationships
gone sour. All the hours of the 24.

The sky is her mirror. A surge of
images linked to Freedom, Equality,
Liberty seek her out in this vulnerable
pose.

She claims what is due to her.

No longer will she swim against
the tide. A hermit beneath her
surface smile.

She is an America, and a redhead. Godammit!
Her hair is red on her head,
and red on her bush. The trees
know!

Three days from now on Thursday
at 19.30 at Bar Brigitte, in Paris,
France. She will sing her songs of
freedom.

Redemption songs.

In front of an audience of critics and
strangers she will sing her self-penned
songs. She will not be afraid of speaking
out.

No sooner said
and a mockingbird appears
to make a mechanical noise.

Not three seconds pass
before her shadow self
mocks her metamorphosis.

Refusing to be altered, she
gazes strongly at her shadow
self and whispers, “Cool it,
Honey”.

“Welcome to the world, child,
this song is for you.”

Poetry Challenge #25: Untitled

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Born again. Another day. Regenerated, cells reprised.

Always. Change. Still. Constant.
Sleep is our exile: from birth to exile.

In our dreams we perform twice-hourly spacewalks to retrieve (several) film cassettes.

The purpose of this lonely circling rendezvous is to move and shake in mystical states, in anticipation of the cliffhanger scene when we forget our safe world in the lonely circle and fail to return from our dreams.

How quickly the lighted taper of our existence burns to vapor, as we fade to black on Earth’s surface.

Return home to our seedpods, in a distant sky with different stars. Far from the astronomer’s gaze.

With our Earth eyes disabled, we use transcendental meditation to put the finishing touches to our minds.

At the time of writing, our film is Untitled.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture

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The theme of this week’s photo challenge is Culture.

For my interpretation of the theme, I’m championing cycling culture. I took this photograph last winter, when I was cycling home.

London, England, where I’ve lived on and off for the past three decades promotes a bicycle sharing scheme that was launched on 30 July 2010. During the London 2012 Olympic Games, a record of 47,105 cycle hires were made in a single day.

For the first time in decades, cycling to work has overtaken driving to work in one part of London — and more neighborhoods are set for a similar revolution in the coming years.

The 2011 Census figures show that even before the Olympic cycling boom, more than 15 per cent of East London residents were cycling to work, compared with 12 per cent traveling by car. The figures also showed a decrease in reliance on cars — 65 per cent of East London households are now car-free.

Poetry Challenge: #18: Time Lapse

Opening scene.

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Journey on foot.

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A series of shots.

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Verdi’s Messa da Requiem fades in,

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overlapping for a brief moment with a ghost image.

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The scene freezes;

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Opening credits roll and scene fades to black.

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The Requiem continues an audible transition to the second scene.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Child of a polio victim

An African boy looks up at the camera.

His father is disabled and he’s playing with his father’s crutches.

The family live on a $1 a day and these crutches are the only ‘toys’ the boy has to play with.

For this week’s WordPress photo challenge on the theme of ‘Up’,  I’m wondering what is uppermost in this boy’s mind at the moment I took the photograph.