CAMERA LUCIDA – METAL

Posted in week #12 of Camera Lucida Photo Challenge, Metal

“a solid material which is typically hard, shiny, malleable, fusible, and ductile, with good electrical and thermal conductivity (e.g. iron, gold, silver, and aluminium, and alloys such as steel).
broken stone for use in road-making.
“the work also involves dealing with rock aggregates for potential use as suitable road metal”

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“I have metal in my body, so every time I go to an airport, the metal detector goes off” Jesse Ventura

‘CAMERA LUCIDA’ – METAL

Silver, copper, rust
Maybe even a little dust

Streetlights built of heavy metal
Into the lift, no need for pedals

Old machines getting a new start
As being cultured objet d’arts

The strongest of coffees
Brewed in a rusted pot

Down the drain the water flows
Where it goes, no one knows

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World Wide Wednesday Presents: Mallorca Part Three, Odds and Ends

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“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page” St. Augustine

World Wide Wednesday Presents: Mallorca Part Three, Odds and Ends

Taking a ride on a train
On this island of Spain
Driving down a narrow lane
Watching the local terrain
Sun is shining, no rain
Sipping on champagne
Feeling very entertained
Passing the mountain chain
And the flattest of plains
There is nothing mundane
About this trip across the domain

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September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs

September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia

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