A Poem: Where’s My?


Where’s My?

One day till out

I feel there eyes

cutting me in too

like a thaw of winter sun

I try, I learn,

I am the fixed target fueling the distance

Maybe a different posture

I try to be warm

to the cold shoulder

I want to leave this home

Alone…

 

By Alan Whitfield 2012

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Author: alanwhitfield80

Hello! I get about a bit so here about me first. I am a visual artist and poet who works within the context of fine art. My work is grounded in documentary, exploring the inner beauty of everyday life through various lens based media. Notions of nostalgia and social commentary are present, but from a definite northern working class perspective. Instinctively I exploring the townscapes of North Wales and the North West, often producing work that reflects the every day minutiae of life.

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