week 10 - poems

I missed the road trip today I have been ill most of the night and haven't had a wink of sleep as yet and i didnt think that i would manage the road trip well at all. so today I am going to look at poems for my project. I am very self conscious at the fact that my project needs to have more actual work towards my project so tomorrow I am going to go to ralph and see if I can get the macro lens out again to take more photos.

 I have made plans with stephanie and samantha and Dorothy for this weekend, we are going to start working on each other photography projects. I am hoping to get plenty of silhoettes done as I havent had much luck towards that yet..

Some poems that i have found with samantha help are:

He looked at her

He looked at her with a warmth that was

Indescribable.

He stared deep into her green eyes,

Reflecting all her mysteries.

Her green iris,

Swimming with black rivers,

Each running aimlessly throughout.

Both light and dark shades of green

Dotted among speckles of white.

Forest-like, almost.

Beautiful green trees

All collected together in a circle.

Oak, Pine, Birch.

A spring feeling.

Some trees leafless 

Due to the harsh winter

That had just passed.

Some had regrown

And they were more alive and fresh than ever.

But the center of the forest.

Black.

Nothing else.

No white nor grey.

Her pupils were jet black.

They were uncomfortable

And filled you with nothing 

But pure fear.

The type of black that reminds you of

Lonely nights

When you felt isolated.

The black that made you aware of its darkness.

That hidden inside is something

That could potentially inflict pain on to you,

Whilst you were oblivious to the fact

That it was even there.

He looked at her with a heavy feeling

In his stomach.

Almost as if his heart had fallen for her so much

That it literally dropped.

His feelings for her

Were something of which

Words could not describe.

Something not even the most creative persons mind

Could be capable of understanding.

She was exciting yet intimidating,

Simple though complicated,

Flawless, however, flawed,

A confliction beyond which

The ability to describe.

He felt a love for her

So deep and true,

It was painful to possess.

But still, he looked at her

With a warmth that was indescribable.

I liked this one (above) the most so far. 

[ Are eyes, oh so different ]

Are eyes, oh so different

from blue to hazel brown

ice blue, so full of vitality and anticipation

speckled grey, alluring and playful

dim green, distinct and haunting

honey brown, soft and tender

marbling brown, filled with warmth and security

Eyes, are they oh so different? 

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this was also one of my favourites as well. 

I love this one to, its very deep.

I think I have enough poems to choose from now I have to think how I would work it into my work. 

My idea so far is that I print two large print with lines from the poem in it and create an actual book with the whole poem spread through out it with the photos that i do. 

I am hoping to tell a little story between the poems and the photos them selves.