I woke up today with a letter at my door
The envelope 20-years-old.
Inside the handwritten
Date of my birth
Intrigued me ever so.
“Hello my darling,
You don’t know me
Yet
But you will.
I managed to convince a nurse
To cart me to the neonatal unit today
So I could look upon your face
Once more
Although it was the first time for you
You looked at me
I don’t think you could see me
But somehow I think you knew
I can’t tell you much more, my love
Spoilers and all
But time will tell the truth
I’m old now
Trying to write from
My frail memories
The story your future
My past
It was brief, and beautiful,
And full of so much light
But I had and you will have
Important things to do
When it is time to leave
Make sure you go
Time won’t change my love
Just know
Before I died
I got to say a proper goodbye
And see you
One last time”
I folded the letter
Like the puzzled folds in my face
And wouldn’t think much of it
For several more years.
prompt by @aliveinsideink
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Collab of the Week
This week’s Collab of the Week is this piece by @aliveinsideink and @wordrummager
Two weeks of photography/poem mashups? YES! We love the trend. For this week’s collab, both parties were involved in photography and poetry. That’s a talented pair! The photography and edits are beautiful and take the eyes on a journey through the words of the poetry. Absolutely stunning piece! Congrats to you both!
If you missed it, we will be reblogging this piece a few times throughout the week! Send your collaborations our way, and maybe you could be our #CollaboftheWeek next week! (Posts tagged #artisticcollaborations get special attention)
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received @reinventingwednesday's and @aliveinsideink's books today! i am quite excited to add them to my massive to-read list (they are now 2nd & 3rd on the list). :) [also note the photo - appropriate shadow...]
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I am but a mirage on your skin
One of many, few of none
Wisp of misplaced thought
Soon forgotten,
Summarily dismissed
As trite and irrelevant in your eyes
As you are of utmost importance in mine.
A cry of despair
The death of my heart
I sink in dark.
- clr
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No place is abandoned, I tried to tell her,
Even as she showed me pictures of
Her childhood home: stone cracked by windows,
The light a panoply scattered through karst.
She weeps at buttered words, tells me of the shadows
She knows nothing bad happened there
Researched with google-fu and yet and yet and so
I gather the coin and make the trek into brambled wood
No bell, no book, no candle: just memories
My grandfather left me, half-true, quiet.
The house is half-consumed by nature
Fighting a battle it refuses to lose
Even the shadows scream of permanence.
I speak the old rites of excorcism carefully
Knowing that no place is abandoned
Not while they can be haunted, and yet
And yet I burn each memory away
And it somehow seems kinder for the loss
She is not home when I return
I think I am not surprised, wondering
What was wanted of me and if I
Too am now abandoned as well
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Shot by Nelson Miranda : @aliveinsideink Tap the tag and support the photographer! • Curated by @original.photographers⠀⠀ Tag your photos with #originalphotographers for a chance to be featured! https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvdxhg1gMsN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=913t6r72bx19
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Though every word I write
turns backward
there are still spaces
I want to fill
with the right tomorrow;
Choking over every new name
I still want to memorize
what affection spells like;
A dusty road
A bargain endlessly resulting
mostly in regret
But may be
there are still some words
as untouched
as an abandonment
And I want to live
for living those
few caring words.
- Prompt by Nelson @aliveinsideink to kick away the writer’s block I have been facing since a month. Thank you so much!
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Art Riot Prompt (September 2017)- Willpower
The participants for this month’s prompt are below:
cruxymox
mleighsquickspot
bggrizzo
aliveinsideink
reinventing-wednesday
@aubriestar
Thank you to everyone that participated this month. A new prompt for this month will be up shortly.
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Check it out and please help!
I set up a gofundme for Nelson (aka @aliveinsideink). This is to help him start his business and pursue his dream. Take a look: https://www.gofundme.com/aliveinsideinkphotography
If you would like to help out you can also purchase something from his Etsy site: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Aliveinsideink
You can also reblog this to help.
Thank you!
S.
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reckless
the colours are late,
i have not gathered
what belongs
into a semblance of human,
for i am wild and grieved
growth is shameless
and overwrought here,
everything coils
in this: a state of indecision
to inhale is to choke
so i push—
expel with violence
lacking moral restraint
\ is this wicked \
or uninhibited abandon
(Inspired by @aliveinsideink‘s photograph ‘The Abandonded’.
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Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One Hundred Forty) 26 June - 2 July
We haven’t done an image prompt in a while and I think it’s high time to reintroduce it with an image from one of my favourite writers as well as a fantastic photographer, @aliveinsideink.
This piece is titled ‘The Abandoned’ and can be purchased on aliveinsideink‘s etsy shop along with many other of his wonderful pieces.
We are very grateful to @aliveinsideink for allowing us to use his artwork as a prompt. If you choose to incorporate the image itself in your post, please give proper credit to him or your piece will not be reblogged. Also, please do not use any other image in place of the one above as it would be discourteous to the artist.
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I am hanging, wet-heavy and heaving
Bearing down, down, ever downwards
From beating sun to slick swamped mud
And clinging.
I drag what I can, pull to the dirt
The broiling, blooming mire
To drown beneath the sludge
Holding. Pressing
The air lurks leaden.
The orchid thrives.
- inspired by @aliveinsideink 's photo
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Hidden
Isolated along the conifer lake
Conceals a brick house in vines
Dying trees without leaves
Cast crooked shadows
On the whisper of a face
Hidden in a black and white place
In the stark light shed
From a sun glare sky
Inspired by @aliveinsideink's wonderful photography, "The Abandoned"
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Cracking of the twigs echo in the silence, walking the path we once knew so well.
I still hear the creak of the old wooden screen door, your perfume living in the air I smell.
In a yellow sundress, a cool breeze laying your hair upon your lips.
The depth of your eyes I lost myself in, only a small piece of things that I miss.
Wild birds flying amidst the windows you once sung lullabies through at the moon.
Pieces of the past decaying, with only the pain left reminding me what’s true.
I scribed your image permanently with the tips of my hands, the foundation of this memory alone is what stands.
The color drained from my soul when you were taken from me, I walk alone in this overgrown hell you now see.
Cryptictalk
Image credit @aliveinsideink
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