Poetry Mirror by Ciaran Burke Is the face in your mirror notthe beauty that looks at me?A nose too big, uneven ears,brows that bush, lips too thin?Parental comments,childhood teasing,critical teacher,a friend that laughed.Infintissimal momentsof no significance,destroy your worldfor infinite time.Comparing with the lie,competing, mendacious image,marketing concoction,fictional reality.Perfection, dream destination,chasing the horizon,the perfect view,elusive, so far away.Perhaps the mirror will crack,and the truth revealthe face that looks at me,maybe you will love.- Ciaran BurkeShare this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
For All That Matters Equally Ten thousand feet that carry ragefree expression on the first of Juneof all lives that matterand not just ours but theirsblack and white we are […]
Walk With The Lens – Botanic Avenue, Dublin 20th March 2019 These images were taken on Botanic Avenue, Dublin 9, and streets close by. 20/03/2019
Shades Somewhere between the white and blackis the reality that gives life and meaningThe dark outline drawn on white parchmenta shape unfulfilled, undefined […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegram
Good Help Say sorry… move on as you do when brushing shoulders with an accidental street stranger. Protect the flock do not scapegoat the […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...