Posts Tagged With: Time

INTO RAGE

Posted on 27/10/2020 by Nightpoet

“We are all sentenced to solitary confinement

inside our own skins, for life.”

~ Tennessee Williams ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in October 2020.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Armoire, Autumn, Boils, Days, Digital Imagery, Distance, Dust, Gray, Ideas, Isolation, Light, Music, Page, Pen, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Rage, Shadows, Songs, Time, Window, Winds, Winter | 1 Comment

OCCUPIED

Posted on 26/10/2020 by Nightpoet

“Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.”

~ Wallace Stevens ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in May 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Beauty, Blatant, Digital Imagery, Emotion, Faces, Language, Notes, Observation, Occupied, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Sublime, Time, Write | 1 Comment

SOLO OUT UPON THE STAGE

Posted on 13/10/2020 by Nightpoet

“It is little men know of women;

their smiles and their tears alike

are seldom what they seem.”

~ Amelia Barr ~

Digitally enhanced image rendered as a painting created in March 2001.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bird, Cage, Digital Imagery, Frame, Lines, Lover, Memorize, Painting, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Play, Poetry, Prisoner, Same, Solo, Stage, Time, Wine | 1 Comment

MY TURN TO BE FORGOTTEN

Posted on 07/10/2020 by Nightpoet

“Don’t it always seem to go

that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…”

~ Joni Mitchell ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in October 2020.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Ashes, Book, Colour, Covers, Day, Death, Digital Imagery, Fading, Father, Forgotten, Memories, Mother, Oblivion, Ocean, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Questions, Spines, Sunlight, Thoughts, Time | 1 Comment

UP TO OUR ASHES

Posted on 30/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Love. Of course, love.

Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.”

~ Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in 1983.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Ashes, Burn, Darkness, Death, Digital Imagery, Doldrums, Duality, Emotions, Fire, Life, Love, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Reality, Ride, Riverside, Time, Toasted, Turns, Twists, Wife | 1 Comment

ALWAYS BAREFOOT IN THE BRAMBLES

Posted on 29/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left.

And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

~ Philippe Forest ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in 1988.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Adjectives, Adverbs, Automatic, Barefoot, Beauty, Brambles, Cheshire Cat, Conjunctions, Creativity, Curves, Digital Imagery, Dreamtime, Emotions, Energy, Erratic, Fences, Heart, Imagination, Life, Love, Memories, Mouth, Neuron, Nouns, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Prepositions, Pulses, Signals, Static, Taste, Thorns, Time, Verbs, Wine, Words | 1 Comment

JUST A TRICKLE

Posted on 28/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

~ Ernest Hemingway ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in 1989.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Blank, Clouds, Creativity, Digital Imagery, Dream, Fantasize, Flood, Ideas, Imagination, Life, Paper, Pencil, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Ponder, Rant, Rave, Sails, Scream, Stories, Syndrome, Think, Thoughts, Time, Whisper, Wind, Words, Write, Writer's Block | 1 Comment

THE DANCES I NEVER DANCED

Posted on 27/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Though now, of all that could have been, there is nothing.”

~ James Richardson ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Black, Burns, Chances, Clouds, Dances, Darkness, Death, Desire, Digital Imagery, Fingers, Future, Game, Helpless, Hope, Horizon, Life, Love, Memories, Paris, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Puppet, Street Art, Strings, Time, Winds, Wings | 1 Comment

THE SECRET OF THE PARADOX

Posted on 25/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Ah, but I was so much younger then…”

~ nightpoet ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Arms, Died, Digital Imagery, Direction, Emotions, Eyes, Feast, Frames, Hungry, Inspiration, Life, Love, Memories, Paradox, Paris, Past, Perspective, Photography, Pictures, Poetry, Secret, Sighs, Street Art, Time, Woman, Young | 1 Comment

LORELEI’S GHOST

Posted on 13/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Beneath me flows the Rhine,

and, like the stream of Time,

it flows amid the ruins of the Past.”

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the Rhine taken in February 2016.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Death, Digital Imagery, Drown, Fingers, Germany, Ghost, Life, Lorelei, Music, Pace, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Precedent, Rain, Rhine River, River, Rotterdam, Sediment, Sunday, Time, Walks, Waters | 1 Comment

Posts Tagged With: Time

INTO RAGE

“We are all sentenced to solitary confinement

inside our own skins, for life.”

OCCUPIED

“Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.”

SOLO OUT UPON THE STAGE

“It is little men know of women;

their smiles and their tears alike

are seldom what they seem.”

MY TURN TO BE FORGOTTEN

“Don’t it always seem to go

that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…”

UP TO OUR ASHES

“Love. Of course, love.

Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.”

ALWAYS BAREFOOT IN THE BRAMBLES

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left.

And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

JUST A TRICKLE

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

THE DANCES I NEVER DANCED

“Though now, of all that could have been, there is nothing.”

THE SECRET OF THE PARADOX

“Ah, but I was so much younger then…”

LORELEI’S GHOST

“Beneath me flows the Rhine,

and, like the stream of Time,

it flows amid the ruins of the Past.”

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WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

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Posts Tagged With: Time

“We are all sentenced to solitary confinement

inside our own skins, for life.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“It is little men know of women;

their smiles and their tears alike

are seldom what they seem.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Don’t it always seem to go

that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Love. Of course, love.

Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left.

And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Though now, of all that could have been, there is nothing.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Ah, but I was so much younger then…”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Beneath me flows the Rhine,

and, like the stream of Time,

it flows amid the ruins of the Past.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

NIGHTPOET

WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

RECENT SOJOURNS

ANCIENT GALLERY (please browse)

FROZEN MOMENTS

VIEWER’S FAVOURITES

FLÂNEURS