A poem By Alan Whitfield; Every picture a face


 

Every picture a face

 

Something you knew

once so well

with change its gone

like a time cast spell

 

the floating mind

grounded

in the space

fixated on a face

 

Many forgotten

still quickly remembered

a group

like a historic collective noun

 

my 1st your 4th

now knowing

as usual

never showing

 

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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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