Upon La Trobe where night is cast
In hues of coal and echoes past,
A figure sits in shadow's keep,
While neon stars above him sleep.
His hair, in silken tether tied,
Falls like a banner at his side.
Dark features carved by distant flame,
A face the lamplight cannot name.
He bends above a handheld glow,
A pilgrim where no paths may go.
His thumb—a slow, unbroken prayer—
Moves through a world that isn’t there.
Before him, drinks with straws remain,
Like artifacts of some refrain:
A meeting missed, a word unsaid,
Two vessels half-communion, dead.
No sound disturbs the quiet air;
The city hums, but does not care.
Its carriages in midnight slide,
While he sits still, and dreams subside.
Not solitude, nor quite despair—
But something hollow, thin as air:
The weightless ache of all things stalled,
When hearts grow mute and time is called.
Thus framed in grayscale’s careful art,
He waits, though not with open heart.
A man alone, yet not unknown,
Made myth by light, and straw, and stone.
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Very good
ReplyDeleteConcentrated
DeleteAnother great capture.
DeletePerfection.
ReplyDeleteThe drink is waiting on the table, the priority is to check if there are any new messages!
ReplyDeleteYet, we as a community are less connected as a result
DeleteWhen people are alone they often focus their attention on their cellphone. One never knows what people do on their cell phones, but making phone calls comes way down the list of possibilities.
ReplyDeletePhone are equivalent to type writers or pagers now
DeletePraying to the God of Drinks!
ReplyDeleteHaha sounds fun that way
DeleteMe gusta mucho ese fondo desenfocado pero con esas siluetas perfectamente visibles. Muy buen control de la luz
ReplyDeleteThanks for aperture f1.2
DeleteHe looked so tired, but still trying hard to glue his eyes on the phone...
ReplyDeleteDifficult posture.
ReplyDeletelooks serious
ReplyDeleteYou do these so very well. I love how you capture the photography so very well.
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He'll regret that poor posture when he's old, stiff, and sore.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully crafted piece — the imagery is haunting and evocative. Each stanza feels like a quiet painting in motion. Thank you for sharing this moment suspended in shadow and light.
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