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Dreaming of a different kind of realism

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catching silent pictures
across circular fields 
suspended like a hammock
dangling between trees 

floating in the mood
your camera snaps truths
feathered within 
the early morning light  

splicing feelings
beyond grey templates
and mashed up feelings
dreaming of silence

building footprints
in the shadows 
or the mud across
each picture took

writing a different
kind of poetry
every time you press
that button. 

 

 

(For Sara)

◄ The Tempest Epilogue by William Shakespeare (Andy N rewrite)

Strangers in the Night (Memories of figures above a bookshelf) ►

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Andy N

Sun 12th Jun 2016 22:22

thanks guys. quite a straightforward piece which is nice for a change to write but i did enjoy writing this and pleased you all enjoyed it too.

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Lynn Dye

Thu 9th Jun 2016 15:52

Enjoyed this poem, Andy, well written.

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Nigel Astell

Thu 9th Jun 2016 15:15

Within a poetic framework of realism
a different kind of snapshot taken.

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