Life imitates art đź“·

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Life imitates art? One would think it’s the other way around… But looking no deeper than a Wikipedia search and the phrase seems incredibly insightful:

“…although there has been fog in London for centuries, one notices the beauty and wonder of the fog because “poets and painters have taught the loveliness of such effects… They did not exist till Art had invented them.” – Wikipedia

And a few lines to accompany the faded out photo:

She laughs as the dapples of sunlight dance and hide
amongst the unruly grass,
while the wind ruffles
her hair, entwined like nature’s reeds.
And though time fades her rosy cheeks,
her glowing youth stays, ever intact.
And her skin crinkles with aged beauty, where wisdom has made its marks –

for the first time since it left, free, from fiction’s mouth.

-the walking pencil

[The Daily Post – Photo Challenge] “Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.” — Oscar Wilde

Previous poem + photo: Unusual gathering


Unusual gathering đź“·

[The Daily Post – Photo Challenge] Gathering – Document a gathering and share your interpretation with us.


shoes gathering photography (2)

Five p.m. and the rain

decides to dribble faster, bored of its previous spitting game.

It laughs with the wind as it ambushes the little people

stepping out of their already weathering day,

unaware. some unprepared. another London day.

Then it starts to still again as many have taken shelter,

running away from its teasing streaks, and

the rare few, letting the polluted rain

wash away their heated stress. As the lampposts relentlessly attempt

to light up the dulled ground, the rain watches

the little assemblies of people at the

public transport stations and overhead shelters.

It surveys their shoes, silently chit-chatting the

common and uncommonness

of these gatherings.

A daughter returning home, a weary working woman, an impatient schoolgirl,

Funny how the rain unites more strangers than usual.

Previous photo + poem: Transition