Kasper

#poetry
#poem
#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

Black and white picture, as it matters because it is a winter picture: white snow is obscuring the water and the trunks of the leafless trees

on a shutter walk
around a wet hole
for my foot
hurried breaths
that reach
where a gloveless hand
will wander like a pair

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#shortpoetry
#fineartphotography
#artphotography
#photography

A single tree stripped for its leafs by the winter. Growing from a small slope, adorned by withered grass, it’s illuminated in an eerie blue light from a single flash head by the photographer

I have forgotten
the true colours
of everything
and don’t know
if it’s because
it never really
mattered
.
.
First one in a while.

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#poem
#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

A coastal scene, captured with a 200 mm lens. Colours are faded, almost monochrome due to head light. Ships and wind turbines betray the natural look of the landscape.

nothing remain
unchanged
ones we have seen it

Does anyone know if anyone will see the first post of a thread, if hashtags are placed in the second post? It’s killing me if I have to add hashtags to the first post

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#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem
#pinhole

Pinhole snapshot taken out of a train window moving in high speed, so it’s near impossible to discern the outside landscape

I went mid sentence
and didn’t remember
if I was going back or forth
.

Eye catcher, but unrelated

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#poem
#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

by your look
I’m tied here
I would cast the strings
of your eyes
if your hands
hadn’t found mine
when they were stretched
out for a darkened sea
.

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#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

I wrote this poem almost a year ago instead of crying over the state of our world. I’ve not found less reason to cry since then. Only more reason to be scared.

2/2

…
standing beside us
till the same rhythm
is heard as one

Black and white picture of a tree and a field captured from the window of a moving car with a pinhole camera

1/2
how can I float again
in a world built on evil
like evil is growing
despite every one of us
saying we should never
see that again?
I watch crows
above us in circles
hear them calling us fools
to handle these crows
we will need
a cleansed and pierced heart
beating again
to the rhythm of those
…

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#poem
#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

Black and window photo of a dead tree by a road, around is what seems like floating orbs, but actually is rain lighted by a flash.

from my window
I saw the lamps encircled
by alluring little planets
each on their own trajectory
through a dark space
once I had put on all my clothes
and stepped out
they had reach three ground
under my feet
and I had to return indoor
and put my boots to dry
.

Amazing

And now I’m really hoping this site will stay a place for the users foremost, and not a platform only for those with the means to be louder than anyone else.

So I’m here in the hope of connecting to like minded people.

My IG account, if you’re curious:
www.instagram.com/shooting_poe...

I’ve mostly posted on Instagram, but feels like everyone slowly lost touch on that platform. I gave up on Twitter long before it was called something else, because it resembles more of a cacophony to me than a conversation…

Foremost I see myself as a photographer, but can’t help putting poems to my pictures. But calling me a poet also makes me happy ….

Maybe I ought to tell a little about myself to all, that have connected in the past few days. It may be very little, as I’m not comfortable putting too much myself.

I’m Danish, but it’s writing in English, my second language. Male (if that matters) and lives in Copenhagen …

A picture of branches and leafs creating a primordial inhuman pattern in monochrome colours, slightly tinted towards a red/green warm hue

I am certain
that the woods
will welcome me
home
.

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#poem
#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

Yes, so lovely

Right now it’s nice, and it you can feel it grow by the day. But I see the real test when the bots and trolls are arriving. I really anxious to see how they’ll moderate this place
And does anyone know where their income comes from?

A forest view, trees and leafs are lighted up by a flash covered in a blue and red gel, casting a strange violet hue on an otherwise calm albeit shadowy landscape

nothing remain
unchanged
ones we have seen it
.

#poetry
#poem
#photography
#artphotography
#fineartphotography
#shortpoem

we ain’t strangers to this place
only to each others

#poem #poetry #fineartphotography
#artphotography
#micropoetry
#photography

and I reached
out, and as always
I found your hand

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Where my curiosity might bring me
I’m open to more suggestions
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I’m new here, and seeking to connect with visual poets. My thing is to make poems as photographs