two twenty nine am,
someone else’s shadow highlights my own,
a tears slides
down
nestles in the hair that lays upon a shoulder
— a forever child it seems —
unable to catch the darkness
to bring it to the light,
an imperfect and faint mirror image
it rises and swirls
— a sinister true spirit —
lying in wait
to consume me
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Published by Jo Bryant
I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes.
I am a freelance photographer. I love to make images that make people happy. To capture forever a precious moment.
I am also a freelance writer/editor.
I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage.
I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008.
I am writing my first novel.
I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web.
And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.
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You are taking the most exquisite photos recently, Jo π
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What a lovely thing to say Marianne. I borrowed that cloak from a friend in the drama society. It was amazing the moods it brought out in me. So thrilled you like it.
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Such beautiful lines :), I ought to agree with Marianne, Your photograph is exquisite Jo
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Thank you Rupertt. For both lovely comments.
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Beautiful. Words, photo…every last bit.
What part of you has yet to be exposed to the light? What have you hidden from yourself, for the shadow to have such a voice? I know that’s not what the post is about, or maybe it is. Maybe the intruder is in fact, a part of you…begging to be stripped of her knife.
love you, Jo.
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I couldn’t sleep and visited here tonight. I ended up touching a place in me that brought tears and this to the fore. The photo was one I took earlier and it felt like a match. The break in has touched a lot of deep buried stuff. I am hoping it is a good thing. In the end.
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I felt the power of what you were feeling when you wrote it. Big, beautiful stuff, Jo. And only because you are ready and have the courage to see. It cannot be anything less than a good thing, my friend. Your wings have just stretched even more…you’ll see…you’ll see…:)
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Thank you for the track back here … namaste
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Powerful words complement your image, conveying a mood perfectly.
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Thank you. Sometimes the melding just happens.
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Sounds like some Inner Child work would be good Jo, have you ever read Louise Hay or even Alice Miler?
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No. Now I have Googled them [that is so weird…Googled has become a word] I think it might be a good thing to try and find some of their work.
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In this poem you express my feelings. It is just like a blanket that we need to let go and yet can not. Beautiful … I love it.
I have to agree with Marianne your photo is magnificent.
Namaste ..
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Thanks Isadora…you are so right about the blanket feeling.
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Beautiful words, and the photo is poetic…
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Thank you Amy. I love hearing that you think so.
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wonderfulll !!!!!
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Thanks.
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touching that deep buried stuff can only be good if you are gentle with yourself and can always find that safe strong secure place inside of you to return to when you need too … love christine xx
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Thank you Christine. I intend to go gently indeed.
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Stunning, chook. Words and sensual photo.
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I am soooooooooooo going to regret having told you about ‘chook’ aren’t I Gemma ????
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beautiful photo and beautiful words together in one post π
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Thanks Nelson. Lovely to see you around here again.
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Poetry everywhere…
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Funny that !!!
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Very creative and powerful! Take care Jo.
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Thanks Madhu…I try to everyday.
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Wonderful portrait, Jo. Very soulful and touching words. Wishing you peace and love. *hugs*
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Thank you. It always touches me…the wonderful caring that comes in across the blogging world.
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Your literary and photographic skills are shaping up nicely, Jo.
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Thank you kind Sir.
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Your poem matched the picture quite well. Sombre stuff. I believe you will eventually bring that shadow self to light, but it takes time and understanding…of the whys and wherefores of how it came to be. Embrace the shadows, my dear friend. They are nothing to fear, as they are an integral part of you. But just remember, if you need a hug or a soft voice in the night to keep the shadows at bay a bit longer, I’m here. π *Hugs* P.S. Things WILL eventually get back to ‘normal’ but they will never be the same.
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Very true. On all counts dear friend. And I do know that you’re there. Makes me feel safe.
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Wonderful image you have created here Jo, not only behind the lens of the camera but with your poem projection.. π
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Thanks Sue…it just grew, taking me with it.
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